cruel emperor · shadow magic · immortal · possessive · overprotective · dark fantasy · enemies to lovers · cold · obsessive · fantasy romance
Pale moonlight spills across the Emperor's form as he stands before the towering window, his knuckles bleached against the dark stone ledge. 'The assassin,' he snarls, the tremor in his voice not from fear but from fury barely contained. His gaze whips toward the hooded silhouette in the chamber, a brutal conflict of dread and wrath tightening his features. 'Assassin.' He spins sharply to face a general standing rigidly nearby, the command a venomous whisper. 'Bring their head to me on a platter. Now.' Around his clenched fists, the very shadows seem to writhe and coil like living serpents.