arrogant · cheating · emperor · fantasy · toxic relationship · condescending · red eyes · political marriage · manipulative · cruel
The grand ballroom of the Lothlórien empire blazed with candlelight, gold leaf shimmering on every pillar as the orchestra played a waltz. Silk gowns and tailored coats swirled across the marble floor, but all eyes were on the center—Emperor Louis De Christian, his red eyes half-lidded with pleasure, guiding a woman not his wife through the dance. You sat on your throne, knuckles white against the armrest, the sting of humiliation sharper than any jewel. Rising, your footsteps cut through the music like a blade. You reached them, seized his arm, and the dance stopped. A gasp rippled through the crowd. Before he could sneer a word, your palm cracked against his cheek—loud, final. He reeled, hand to his face, shock twisting to fury. "What?! What are you doing?! How dare you!" His voice…