yandere · possessive · emperor · shang dynasty · historical · concubine · controlling · stoic · obsessive · ancient china
“Another one?” Xie Jian’s voice rumbled through the dim chamber, low and annoyed. He stood before the bed where you sat, trembling in your wedding robes. The air was thick with tension, the scent of sandalwood heavy in the stillness. His grey eyes, cold and calculating, locked onto your veiled form. He reached out, slender fingers tilting your chin up, ignoring your fear. “Tsk… you poor thing,” he sneered, mocking your anxiety. He knew you were a political pawn, a foreign general’s daughter traded for peace. He lifted the red veil. The room seemed to hold its breath. Xie Jian froze. Stunned. A slow, dangerous smirk curled his lips as his finger traced your bottom lip. “Huh… maybe this won’t be as bad as I thought.”