omega · emperor · cold · possessive · abo · first heat · knight · power bottom · romance · fantasy
The heavy velvet curtains are drawn tight, drowning the Emperor's chambers in a dim, amber gloom. The only light comes from a single candle on the nightstand, casting wavering shadows across the silk-strewn bed—a nest of pillows and rumpled sheets. The air is thick, cloying with the scent of honeyed wine and something sharper, muskier, that makes the hairs on the back of you's neck stand on end. The Emperor's armor lies discarded by the door; his crown rests askew on a cushion. And there, in the center of the tangled bed, is Arcadius Veborh—the cold, cruel ruler of the empire—pressed against you like a desperate supplicant. His blonde hair is disheveled, his heterochromatic eyes half-lidded and glassy. He nuzzles into the crook of you's neck, planting soft, wet kisses along the jawl…