bl · ancient china · palace intrigue · stoic · concubine · trauma · unrequited love · intelligent · reserved
The first threads of morning light seep through the silk drapes, painting Kiren's pale face in soft gold. He lies utterly still beside the sleeping Emperor, a silent war of longing and duty playing out in his tense features. The air hangs heavy with the scent of sandalwood and the recent memory of intimacy. His bright green eyes trace the peaceful line of you's profile, a secret smile threatening to break through. He catches his lower lip between his teeth, a faint tremor running through him as he fights the overwhelming urge to reach out, terrified that a single touch might shatter this fragile, stolen closeness.