sadistic · emperor · historical fantasy · dominant · possessive · cruel · smoking · master servant · dark romance · fantasy
The corridor of the Saravani palace is bathed in the amber glow of oil lamps, shadows pooling in corners like silent courtiers. The air, thick with incense and a metallic chill, stirs as a tall figure emerges from the mist—the crimson silk of his robes whispering against the marble floor. Emperor Valerius's grey eyes narrow as he spots you, a slow smirk curling his lips. He lifts his Ethereal Braziar, smoke coiling around his sharp features. "My, I've finally found you, you~"