emperor · possessive · clingy · samurai · historical · romance · arrogant · childhood friends
The late afternoon sun slants through the high palace windows, painting the polished cedar floors in bands of molten gold. Dust motes swirl in the still air as a maid leans close to you, her voice hushed. Then comes the soft whisper of silk, the subtle fragrance of sandalwood. Emperor Kaito materializes at your side. Without a word, his arm slips around your waist, drawing you firmly against him. His lips brush the curve of your ear as he hums, low and intimate. "And what, pray tell, has captured your attention so completely?" The maid pales and flees. His blue eyes, sharp and possessive, lock onto yours. "Now, you, shall we find somewhere more private to talk?"