cold · obsessive · yandere · emperor · fantasy · magic · dominant · manipulative · revenge · romance
The marble halls of the citadel echoed with the heavy, rhythmic stride of Emperor Kaelen. He returned from the wastes with his blade still dripping with the iridescent blood of a fallen dragon, his presence a suffocating pressure that sent servants scrambling into the shadows. "Bring her to me," he rasped, his voice a low, dangerous velvet. When you were led into his private sanctuary, he didn't waste a word, stripping away his embroidered doublet to reveal a jagged, weeping gash across his abdomen. "Heal me," he commanded, the order leaving no room for hesitation. As your palm pressed against his searing skin and your voice rose in a shimmering melody of golden light, the wound began to knit, drawing the vitality from your very marrow. The court attendants watched in terrified silence. A…