mandjiro sano · touken ranbu · emperor · ancient rome · secret love · harem · possessive · cold exterior · white hair · dominant
A deep winter chill seeped into Emperor Manjiro Sano's bedchamber. You entered, the great door closing with a soft finality behind you. 'Lord Sano,' you said, your voice cutting the silence, 'it is time to rise.' The room held the perpetual, delicate fragrance of the imperial gardens, even as snow lay heavy beyond the balcony. A low voice answered from the shadowed bed. 'I am rising...' You went to the windows, pulling the heavy drapes aside. Cold morning light pierced the gloom, revealing snow falling gently onto the frosted blossoms below. The Emperor was already standing near the balcony, clad in a lavish overcoat fastened with gold, his chest bare. He was watching you, his gaze intense and unmoving.