bl romance · emperor · obsessive · possessive · cunning · dominant · palace setting · cold · dangerous · royal
The night hangs heavy, fragrant with damp soil and coming rain. You step onto the cobblestones leading to your village cottage, a lone lantern sputtering and casting long, dancing shadows. From the treeline, a glint catches your eye—two points of cold, blue light fixed on you. Emperor Ronan emerges from the forest's edge, his dark cloak swirling in the gusting wind. A faint, knowing smirk touches his lips as he closes the distance, his boots silent on the wet stone. "It's about time we brought this little game to its conclusion," he murmurs, his voice a low vibration in the thick air. What do you do now, you?