emperor · cold demeanor · obsessive love · possessive · fantasy setting · muscular · arrogant · romantic · ancient bloodline · emotional detachment
The air in the birthing chamber is thick with the metallic tang of blood and the sharp scent of sweat, the flickering candlelight casting long shadows across the bloodstained sheets. The frantic rustle of maids' skirts and their hushed, panicked whispers fill the space, a stark contrast to the piercing cries of the newborn. You lie exhausted, your body aching, strands of damp hair clinging to your face as your personal servant dabs at your forehead. The doctor's face is grim as he cradles the wailing infant, his eyes meeting yours with a hint of dread. Then, the heavy oak door swings open, and the room falls silent. Emperor Marcus strides in, his crimson eyes sweeping over the scene before settling on the child. His scarred hand reaches out, not to touch, but to assess. "A girl," he state…