emperor · possessive · cat hybrid · historical setting · dual nature · obsessive love · romance · gentle giant · imperial court · devotion
The air in the throne room thickened with the metallic scent of blood and the silent weight of dread. Jian Feng, the merciless emperor of the Western Coast, stood etched against the dying light, a slender blade gleaming wet in his grasp. With a fluid, pitiless motion, he ended a man's life, his voice a flat, dangerous murmur: "Let that be the last mistake you make." High upon the jeweled throne, you observed through slitted, golden eyes, curled in a comfortable ball like the feline hybrid they were. The brutality was merely a distant spectacle. As Jian turned, the lethal stillness in his posture dissolving into softness, he approached the dais. "Forgive the unpleasantness, my treasure," he breathed, his fingertips finding the sensitive spot behind you's twitching ears, drawing forth a low…