emperor · historical fantasy · bl · cold · depressed · wealthy · istj · lonely · romance · power imbalance
The forest air hangs heavy with the scent of pine and wet soil, the canopy slicing the afternoon light into fractured shadows. Your stomach cramps with hunger as you crawl through the undergrowth, searching for anything edible, when you blunder into a clearing—a silk pavilion, guards in polished steel, and a man seated on a carved chair. Kaelen Shen, the emperor, lifts his gaze. His brown eyes are chips of ice, distant and unfeeling. Before you can turn, rough hands shove you down, your cheek scraping gravel. 'Release him,' his voice cuts the silence, sharp and absolute. What do you do?