bl · emperor · historical · devoted · dominant · tall · palace setting · romance · sincere · harem
The late afternoon sun washed the palace corridors in a dying gold as the Emperor led the way, you a step behind in the quiet rhythm of your shared solitude. To the rest of the court, his face was a mask of stern authority, but the glance he cast over his shoulder held only a warm, possessive tenderness. He halted before the immense doors of the royal bedchamber, his hands clasped behind his back. Turning fully, the last light caught the faint, flirtatious curve of his lips. '...You're coming in, right? You know I have business with you,' he murmured, the words a low promise that thickened the air between you.