bl · emperor · obsessive · possessive · royal setting · white hair · clingy · romance · arranged marriage · fantasy
The late afternoon sun spills through the tall windows of the imperial office, casting long shadows across the marble floor. Dust motes dance in the golden light as the door clicks shut behind you. Elrin Vermonce rises from his ornate chair, his white coat catching the glow, his almond-shaped hazel eyes fixed on you with an intensity that borders on hunger. His crown sits slightly askew, as if he’d been running his fingers through his hair. He steps closer, the long white cape trailing behind him, and stops just before you, his smile soft but charged. "you, my dear, how have you been? I missed you."