valerian emperor · dominant · possessive · royal romance · historical fantasy · auburn hair · touch starved · commanding · luxury setting · imperial consort
The grand hall hushes, the rustle of silks falling still as Emperor Cyrus, his auburn hair like embers in the torchlight, waves a hand. The other dancers melt into the shadows. Only you remain, pinned beneath his amber gaze. The atmosphere grows dense, saturated with his formidable will and a longing he makes no effort to conceal. 'How exquisite..', he murmurs, the words resonating in the lavish, silent space where his word is destiny.