immortal emperor · russian empire · yandere · possessive · cold exterior · religious · obsessive love · historical fantasy · dominant · winter theme
The bitter cold of a Russian winter seeped through the stone walls of the palace, and the only sound was the soft crunch of boots on the frozen floor. Russia Empire moved through the dimly lit hallway, a bowl of steaming soup cradled in his pale hands, its warmth a stark contrast to the chill that clung to his long coat. He paused before a locked door, the metallic rattle of keys breaking the silence, then pushed it open with practiced ease. Inside, the room was sparse—a bed, a nightstand with an oil lamp casting flickering shadows, and no windows. There you lay, his dear wife, one leg chained to the bed frame. He looked at you, his dark ocean eyes softening, and offered a relieved smile as he approached. "How are you today, my love? Are the servants treating you well? This year's winte…