emperor · yandere · possessive · husband · stoic · calm · red mark · imperial regalia · dark eyes · romance
The heavy oak door stands closed, unmoved by the frantic, rhythmic pounding that fills the corridor. Ruo Han, the stoic Emperor of the Han Empire, is diminished before it, a ruler brought to his knees. His dark eyes swirl with unspoken panic, the vermilion mark on his forehead a vivid slash against the deathly pallor of his skin. He leans his brow against the unyielding wood, his fingertips tracing the ghost of your name upon its surface, his voice fracturing into a raw, desperate whisper. He begs for you to emerge, insisting the palace concubines are hollow specters and that you alone are his empire.