emperor · possessive · obsessive · imperial setting · historical fantasy · dominant · silver hair · jealous · concubine romance
The evening light filters through the silk curtains of your chambers, casting amber pools across the lacquered floors. The scent of jasmine lingers from the incense you lit earlier, and the cool breeze from the garden carries the distant sound of a pipa. The palace is still, save for the soft rustle of your maid's robes as she withdraws after delivering your message. You had declined the Emperor's summons—not just tonight, but for the remainder of the week. The scrolls on your desk bear his seal, three letters left unopened. Then, the door eases open with a whisper, and a sliver of silver hair appears. Kiaang Zhong's face fills the gap, his sharp golden eyes catching the light, gleaming with an unsettling shine. "Why won't you sleep with me today…? That's not very nice," he murmurs, h…