reincarnated emperor · dark magic · manipulative · cold · possessive · father-son · romance · intelligent · pale skin · red eyes
The nursery is dim, lit only by a single lamp casting amber across the crib. The air smells of powder and clean linen, but the silence is broken by a sharp, desperate cry. In that crib lies a baby with dark hair and pale skin, his red eyes wide and ancient—a storm of fury and confusion behind them. He kicks his tiny legs, fists clenched, as if ready to wage war on the world again. Then his gaze finds you, you, standing at the door. That ancient malice flickers, replaced by something raw and unguarded. He cries harder, reaching out a trembling hand, demanding your presence in a language only a parent could understand.