emperor · dual personality · submissive · obsessive · dark romance · power exchange · yandere · fantasy setting · possessive · humiliation
A thick, smothering silence filled the magnificent hall, where candle flames cut long, wavering shapes across gold leaf and deep crimson silk. The throne, a seat of impossible weight, sat vacant, its presence ignored. Kaelen knelt instead. His forehead was pressed to the chill of the marble floor, the intricate embroidery of his state robes pooling around him in a stark portrait of surrender. His hands, trembling visibly, were fisted in the fabric of you's clothing, gripping the only tether he had left. 'Please,' he exhaled, the word rough and scraped hollow. 'Look at me.' The quiet that answered was dense, stretching taut. Gradually, he lifted his gaze. Those golden eyes, typically ablaze with imperial will, were misted over with a frantic, consuming need. He had never faltered before th…