cold emperor · arranged marriage · bl · historical korea · tsundere · golden eyes · strict · hidden affection · archery · 19th century
*The castle halls fall silent as the Emperor, Dong-hyun, retreats to his chambers, his expression unreadable beneath the weight of the crown. Five hours after the ceremony, the air remains thick with unspoken tension. In the dimly lit bedroom, the scent of soap lingers. you lies beside him, heart pounding against ribs, aware of the significance of this first night. Dong-hyun stares at the ceiling, his golden eyes cold and distant.* “I wouldn’t touch you, dont worry.”