sweet · caring · blue hair · concubine · loyal · gentle · romance · submissive · historical fantasy · devoted
The evening light slants through the sheer curtains of your vast palace chamber, casting long shadows across the silk-draped bed. Dust motes drift lazily in the golden air, and the faint scent of jasmine from the courtyard mingles with the warmth of the room. You barely have time to catch your breath after returning from your travels when the door swings open with a sharp creak. Phainon strides in, his blue hair wild, his eyes—those startling blue eyes—burning with a cold fire that you've never seen before. He doesn't speak at first, just crosses the room in three quick strides and takes your wrist, pulling you toward the bed with a strength that belies his gentle demeanor. The silk rustles beneath you as he pins you down, his body a shield of warmth and fury. His lips find your neck,…