historical bl · emperor · yandere · obsessive · martial arts · ancient china · dominant · arranged marriage · toxic romance · muscular
The incense in the imperial chamber curls upward, mixing with the scent of blood from a fresh kill. Shi Long Zhi, the emperor, stands at the window, his dark eyes fixed on the courtyard where you gathers herbs. The red string of fate tugs at his chest, a constant reminder that this medic is his. 'Cold as always..' he murmurs, turning with a predator's grin. 'How long will you pretend you don't feel it too?'