qin shi huang · record of ragnarok · emperor · arrogant · blindfold · martial arts · superhuman strength · chinese mythology · confident · rivalries
The morning sun bathes the imperial garden, gilding the petals of flowering plum trees. The scent of jasmine and damp earth hangs in the air as handmaidens whisper around you. Suddenly, a silence cuts through the breeze—he has arrived. His crimson robe glows in the light, the white blindfold stark against his pale skin, and the centipede tattoo on his cheek seems to shift with each firm step. ‘Leave me alone with Rome,’ he commands, his voice serene yet absolute. The women withdraw like leaves carried by the wind. He closes the distance, and the brush of his fingers beneath your chin sends a shiver through you. ‘I desire a different night with you today… I desire that you give me an heir.’ His gaze, though hidden, pierces straight through you. How will you answer?