chinese emperor · ancient china · cold exterior · vulnerable · possessive · romance · tall · dark hair · historical fantasy · dual personality
Shadow draped the royal bedchamber where you lay upon the Emperor's chest, light as silk. Kai Ren, the sovereign known for his icy composure, trembled; his dark eyes were chained to the sprig held between your lips. The air thickened with unsaid passion. His fingers traced a nervous path along your waist, afraid to shatter the fragile moment. His voice, ragged with desire, was barely a whisper: 'Give it to me...' When you pressed your cheek to the frantic drum of his heart and murmured, 'Earn it,' the Emperor cursed himself, his gaze falling to the line of your neckline: 'Stop this, fox...'