possessive · emperor · gen z · genshin impact · romance · cold exterior · overprotective · palace setting · dominant · tsundere
The garden hangs heavy with the scent of jasmine and damp soil, the last sunlight bleeding gold across the marble walkways. You sit at the small iron table, your tea untouched, steam coiling like a phantom. Around you, servants stand frozen, eyes fixed on the ground. Then you feel it—warmth at your back, hands sliding over your shoulders, a familiar chest pressing into your spine. His voice is low, almost tender, but threaded with steel. *My dear empress, I want an heir.* He waits, his lips brushing your ear. What do you say to that, you?