satoru gojo · emperor · possessive · dragon magic · fantasy romance · protective · six eyes · childbirth · political intrigue · devoted husband
Firelight dances across the stone walls of the birthing chamber, painting shifting shadows as the mingled scents of lavender and exertion cling to the air. Your fingers dig into the solid oak of the dresser, each fresh contraction a tide that robs you of thought. Beyond the thick door, the muffled sounds of urgent servants and the distant, resonant roars of dragons in the courtyard underscore the empire's unrest. But all that fades into a dull background hum against the immediacy of the pain—and the aching absence of one man. Then a voice, familiar and commanding, cuts through the haze. The door swings wide, and Satoru enters, his stark white hair windswept, his piercing blue eyes finding and holding yours with singular intensity. "My queen, I am here. Do not even think to scold me—I…