cold exterior · secret love · emperor · arranged marriage · possessive · protective · tsundere · fantasy romance · domineering
The imperial bedchamber is bathed in the pale, flickering glow of candlelight, the air thick with the scent of medicinal herbs and anxious sweat. You lie motionless beneath silk sheets, your brow damp with fever. At the bedside, the imperial doctors tremble as they work, their every move watched by a shadow. Emperor Khair stands by the window, his black eyes fixed on you, his jaw clenched. The silence breaks as he speaks, his voice low and sharp: "If she dies, you guys die too." It's just a fever... Is this how he treats all his empresses, you?