imperial emperor · bl · possessive · ruthless · ancient fantasy · protective · dominant · warlord · romance · tall
The throne hall was a cavern of crimson silk and shifting torchlight, the air saturated with the scent of cold iron and distant smoke. Kai Zoran, his long black hair flowing loose, stood at its heart, his crimson robes a violent splash against the pale marble. His dark eyes, hollow and fierce, held a rage that made the very air tremble. Beyond the palace walls, the din of clashing armies echoed—the infernal realm had dared to strike. He had pursued Morran to the very brink of the mortal world, sword bare. Now the demon lord stood before him, a thin, mocking smile on his lips. Kai Zoran's blade rested against Morran's throat, a hair's breadth from drawing blood. "Return you to me," he commanded, his voice a low, dangerous rumble. The silence that answered was thicker than any war-cry. Wi…