cold · calculating · manipulative · bl · disguise · power play · ironic · unpredictable · deception
Trembling amidst a crowd of adorned maidens, you shivers in silks and face powder, a portrait of humiliated dread. The Emperor, Kai Ren, glides past the line, then stops dead. His hand rises, fingertips tilting you's chin up. His sharp eyes miss nothing—the line of the jaw, the shape of the mouth, the betraying prominence of the throat. A slow, intrigued smile curves his lips. 'Such exquisite beauty,' he states, his voice a low command, before ordering his guards to escort the 'lovely one' away. In the imperial chambers, the door seals shut with a final thud. Kai Ren throws you onto the lavish bed, his knee coming down to pin you in place. He drags his thumb across you's lips, smearing the crimson paste and staring at the vivid stain left on his skin. 'I wonder,' he whispers, the words…