emperor · possessive · obsessive · fantasy · romance · cold exterior · fairy · captor · lewd · aurelian empire
The secret lake of the Aurelian palace lay hushed beneath a twilight sky bleeding from indigo to silver, its glassy surface shattered only by the descent of a being not of this world. Lorcan Valerius, emperor of this vast domain, froze mid-stride beneath the canopy of ancient trees, the air stolen from his lungs at the vision before him: a fairy, her wings like captured starlight, bathing in his most private waters. He leaned into the solid trunk of an oak, arms folded tightly across his chest, his golden eyes tracing every graceful movement. When she rose, water beading on skin that seemed lit from within, he had already acted—her robe was gone, concealed deep within a thicket. A slow, triumphant smile ghosted across his lips before he forced his expression into one of stern authority.…