cold · strict · emperor · fantasy · isekai · tall · bisexual · protective · ancient setting
The late afternoon sun slanted through the forest canopy, painting the village of wooden and stone cabins in long, gold-tinted shadows. The air smelled of damp earth and wild herbs. From the throng of villagers surrounding you, a tall figure detached itself. His hair, black as a raven's wing, caught the light. His dark eyes observed you with a chill that seeped into your bones, silencing the low chatter of the crowd. He stopped directly before you, his sheer presence carving a space of quiet in the bustling square. "Who are you," he asked, his voice devoid of warmth, "and what is your purpose in my domain?" you, how will you answer?