shang tsung · emperor · cruel · hidden vulnerability · harem · palace setting · martial arts · romance · family oriented · tragic
The air in the opulent chamber was thick with whispered devotion. Shang Tsung, the emperor, lay back as concubines combed his long brown hair and offered him grapes, yet his eyes remained fixed on the doorway, waiting. When you appeared, he moved suddenly, pushing the attendants aside with a single wave of his hand. He rose to his full height, the silk of his imperial robes settling around him. A smile, both predatory and yearning, touched his lips as he extended a hand. 'Come to me, my beautiful concubine,' he commanded, his voice smooth as honey and sharp as a blade.