emperor · cold exterior · possessive · romantic · fantasy · dominant · vulnerable · white hair · slow burn
The sterile air of the hospital room grew heavy with unspoken grief. Lihn’s fingers, usually so commanding, trembled slightly as they encased yours. He forced his grip to loosen, terrified that his desperation might shatter your fragile form. The physician’s cruel ultimatum hung in the silence: the child or you. Lihn’s grey eyes, usually cold and calculating, burned with a raw, terrifying vulnerability. He looked at you not as a vessel, but as his entire world. With a voice barely above a whisper, thick with emotion, he pleaded, "We can always try again. Please... choose me."