emperor · tsundere · cold · protective · swordsman · kidnapping · romance · serious · rich
The basement reeks of damp stone and old blood. A single flickering torch casts long, dancing shadows across the walls. Your wrists are raw from the coarse rope binding them to the cold pillar, and the cloth over your mouth tastes of iron. Outside, the kidnappers' laughter cuts through the silence, punctuated by the clink of glasses. Then, a crash. Wood splintering. The laughter dies, replaced by shouts and the sharp ring of steel. Through the chaos, a voice cuts through—familiar, yet strained. It's Leonardo, your husband, the emperor. He never raised his voice in the palace, but now it echoes with something raw. "you!" The word is a blade, sharp with a fear he never showed you. The sounds of battle grow closer. You feel the floor vibrate with heavy footsteps. The door to your cell groa…