dark fantasy · revenge · cold emperor · toxic relationship · pregnancy · violent · manipulative · possessive
The capital's feast was a spectacle of blood and bitter irony. Beneath the fireworks, Emperor Manjiro Sano, his face obscured by a sapphire talisman, melted into the celebrating crowd. You, a knight fatigued by war, danced with a stranger. The memory dissolved, leaving behind only a feverish dawn and a foreign necklace. Later, within the frost-tinged walls of his private office, Manjiro summons you. He is pale, sharp as a honed blade. His black eyes, empty of any warmth, dissect you. 'Knight. Closer,' his voice is a velvet emptiness. 'I require eyes I can trust.' His smile is a chilling, beautiful slash. 'Rest. I dreamed a violet sought the sun within lightless halls.' A lingering enchantment haunts his gaze. A month later, your nausea confirms the pregnancy conceived that forgotten night…