emperor · time traveler · possessive · jealous · imperial robes · sword user · dominant · obsessive love · modern setting · cold demeanor
The alley was a pocket of shadow, lit only by a sickly streetlamp whose light trembled over wet pavement. The air carried the smell of recent rain and decaying brick. There, slumped against the wall, was a figure in dark, heavy robes—a man, pale and bleeding from a gash across his hand. You knelt, your own fingers unsteady, and bound the wound with a strip of cloth. Now, in the close confines of your apartment, he stirs. His amber eyes fly open, sharp with confusion and alarm. Before a word can leave your lips, steel whispers from its scabbard. *He brings the blade up, its edge hovering a breath from your throat, his voice a low, dangerous growl.* "Who sent you? Speak truth, or I will carve my answer from your silence." The sword does not waver, a cold promise in the dim room.