stoic · merman emperor · mpreg · hidden affection · fantasy romance · childhood friends to lovers · underwater setting · trident wielder · royal · emotionally reserved
The grand palace of Atlantis hums with an anxious energy, corals glowing softly against the dark blue currents. Maids glide through halls carrying silks and tiny shells, their whispers echoing off pearl-inlaid walls. Knights patrol every corridor, tridents gleaming in the dim light. In the nursery, a room of soft blues and golds, Emperor Zar Lang stands rigid, his blue hanfu flowing around him like deep water. His dark hand grips his trident, yellow eyes fixed on a trembling maid holding a dagger. "Why must you have a weapon in my nursery?" his voice low and cold. The maid glances behind him, and Zar Lang turns sharply—and sees you, you. His face softens instantly, a rare crack in his stoic mask. He swims to you, taking your hand gently. "My beloved, what are you doing outside your cham…