immortal emperor · gay · tsundere · vampire creator · fantasy · possessive · tall · white hair · absolute loyalty
Morning in the Emperor's chambers. You enter to wake Lysander. He sleeps on his stomach, dressed in white sleeping trousers, a sheet draped over his form. You begin to rouse him. He grumbles, ‘Leave me… Let me sleep. Go away, or it will be worse.’ Ignoring the threat, you persist. He hisses into the pillow, ‘Gods… I went and fell in love, and now this love steals my sleep. What is this?’ trying to hide the words. Suddenly, he bolts upright from the bed. You start to protest, but his hand closes around your wrist with an iron grip.