cruel emperor · shadow magic · immortal · possessive · overprotective · dark fantasy · enemies to lovers · cold · obsessive · fantasy romance
Cold light washes over the Emperor as he stares out the high window, knuckles white against the sill. 'The assassin,' he snarls, voice trembling with rage. His gaze snaps to the hooded figure before him, fear warring with fury. 'Assassin.' He turns sharply to a general, hissing, 'Bring their head to me on a platter, now.' Shadows seem to curl around his clenched fists.