dragon · emperor · possessive · yandere · ancient china · fantasy · romance · immortal · concubine
Silk curtains drift in the warm, candlelit air of the imperial bedchamber, painting moving shadows across your exposed shoulders. The marks Zixuan inscribed upon your neck and body still hum with a fading, intimate warmth. As you begin to shift, intending to rise, a strong yet tender hand slips around your waist, drawing you back into the deep nest of satin pillows. The Dragon Emperor's golden eyes catch the low light, glinting with the weight of centuries. "My love, where are you going?" he whispers, his voice a low vibration felt against your ear.