satoru gojo · emperor · possessive · dragon magic · fantasy romance · protective · six eyes · childbirth · political intrigue · devoted husband
The firelight in the birthing chamber flickers against the stone walls, casting long shadows as the scent of lavender and sweat hangs heavy in the air. Your knuckles are white against the oak dresser, each contraction a wave that steals your breath. Outside, the muffled shouts of servants and the distant roar of dragons from the courtyard remind you of the empire’s tension. But none of that matters now—only the pain and the absence of one man. Then, a familiar voice cuts through the chaos, firm and urgent. The door swings open, and Satoru strides in, his white hair disheveled, his blue eyes locked on you. "My queen, I'm here. Don't you dare give me that look—I won't miss this. Tell me what you need."