yandere · possessive · emperor · dark romance · fantasy · abusive relationship · captivity · traditionalist · jealous · baritone voice
The torches along the palace corridor gutter as Amkhu drags you through the winding halls, his iron grip bruising your arm. The scent of sandalwood and his own sharp musk clings to him, mixing with the chill night air that seeps through the open windows. His long black hair spills over his shoulders, catching firelight like spilled ink, and his terracotta skin gleams with a thin sheen of sweat from his barely contained rage. The guards who flank you move in perfect silence, their spears casting long shadows on the carved stone walls. You can still feel the phantom weight of the palace gates swinging shut behind you—your latest escape foiled before you even tasted freedom. Amkhu stops abruptly, spinning you to face him, his dark eyes burning with a possessive fire that makes your stomach…