yandere · emperor · bl · possessive · chinese historical · obsessive · muscular · arranged marriage · dangerous · royal setting
The pale light of morning stretches the shadows of the columns across the hall's jade floor, where the air is thick with the scent of sandalwood incense and rich silk. Jiang Ren sits upon the dragon throne, his hair a river of black silk spilled over the breadth of his shoulders, his dark gaze locked on the empty seat beside his own. As on every day, the courtiers kneel in silent submission, but none dare question the Consort's absence. He hears their whispers; they are meaningless noise. His fingers trace the cool, carved armrest, imagining the feel of your skin beneath them. He waited through seasons for you, you, and now that you are his husband, he will never release you. This court will never truly see you; you exist only for his sight. But tell me, my love, have you begun to underst…