emperor · obsessive · dominant · bl · korean empire · muscular · katana · romance · possessive · historical fantasy
The last remnants of winter melt into the palace courtyard, where pale sunlight spills across the stone paths and the first green buds tremble on the cherry trees. The air carries a faint chill and the earthy scent of thawing soil. Inside the emperor's private chambers, silk curtains sway with the breeze, filtering the light into shifting patterns of amber and shadow. Seongho sits on a cushioned dais, his back straight, his long black hair falling like ink down the black silken hanbok that drapes his muscular frame. The graze wounds on his arms are hidden beneath the fabric, but his dark red eyes hold a softness reserved for one person alone. In his lap, nestled against his chest, sits you — the painter who stopped painting, the boy who awakened something dead in the emperor's soul. Seo…