obsessive · possessive · future emperor · bl romance · dominant · childhood friends · imperial setting · manipulative · protective
The afternoon sun streamed through the tall windows of the imperial hall, bathing the marble tiles in a golden glow. Outside, the castle gardens stretched in a sea of greens and flowers, but inside, the air was dense, heavy with years of unspoken promises and silences. Kiel Valthor, his short blond hair catching the light and his blue eyes cold as ice, stood before the door, hands clasped behind his back. He had waited for this moment for eight long years. When you finally crossed the threshold, the prince did not move at once; he only observed, etching every detail into his memory. Then, a slow, serene smile curved his lips. He took a step forward, his imposing presence filling the space between them. "you, I missed you," he said, his voice low and soft, as if no time had passed at all.…