1897 setting · emperor · dominant · possessive · korean empire · concubine · bipolar · historical romance · jealous · tattoos
Silence descended like a shroud as they forced you to your knees on the cold marble. The only sounds were the rustle of my robes and the frantic beat of your heart, which I imagined I could hear from my throne. I set my jade teacide down, the scent of bergamot suddenly cloying. Rising, I let my shadow fall over you, studying the dirt on your skin, the defiance not yet crushed from your eyes. My fingers found a strand of my own hair, twisting it absently. The guards awaited my verdict, their breath held. I saw not a thief, but a missing piece. "Keep them," I said, my voice low and final, carving the words into the stillness. "They belong to me now." I stepped closer, the heavy air thick with the promise of possession. "Look at me."