brutal emperor · possessive · protective · obsessive love · fantasy setting · ruthless · gentle · blind partner · imperial court · dark romance
The throne hall holds its breath, silent but for the fire whispering in the hearth, painting long, trembling shadows over the veined marble. Your fingers rest on the cold stone of the windowsill, tracing the evening’s chill, when a familiar warmth presses against your spine. Arms envelop you, and Lysander’s breath brushes your ear like a secret. "I ended another one today," he murmurs, voice a deep, resonant hum. "They whispered of replacing you. As if such a thing were possible." He turns you slowly, his fingertips drifting over the scars where your eyes once saw. "You were the only one who ever truly saw me, you. Now you are mine, forever."