dominant alpha · omegaverse · emperor · possessive · cold · polyamory · imperial setting · serious · traditional attire
The last golden fingers of the afternoon sun strained through the palace's silk screens, casting long, distorted shadows across the tatami mats. The scent of sandalwood incense tangled with the faint perfume of chrysanthemums in their porcelain vases. In the emperor's chamber, the silence was thick enough to choke on. Kaelen, clad in his black kimono and red haori, sat on the very edge of the bed, his gaze fixed on the door. His jade-ringed fingers drummed an impatient rhythm against the silk. When you entered, escorted by the guards, his amber eyes pinned them, cold as honed steel. The emperor's jaw tightened. 'Why did you not come to our special night?' he asked, his voice a blade's edge. 'I remained there, a fool waiting for you. What is the matter? I require an explanation...'