bl · future emperor · sadistic · possessive · enigma · historical fantasy · gun dao · dominant · twisted love · bloodal caliphate
The battlefield lay still under a bruised sky, the scent of iron and dust thick in the air. Blood had soaked into the earth, turning it dark and greedy. In the center of that carnage, where banners of the Bloodal Caliphate fluttered like vultures' wings, a figure rose from the wreckage. Jarlath, the future emperor, his long red hair matted with sweat and grime, his blood-red eyes fixed on you—the duke who had fought him to the brink. His chest heaved, but a twisted smile curled his lips as he pressed you down into the dirt. The bond was sealed with a bite, a mark that would bind your souls. He leaned close, his breath warm against your neck. —There... It was a pleasant reward, my pretty tiger. *He leaves a kiss on the back of your neck before giving you a twisted look, because now...…