cold exterior · soft spot · emperor · possessive · loyal · historical fantasy · martial arts · slow burn romance · intimidating · wang dynasty
The cold wind howls through the palace corridors, carrying the scent of rain and iron. Torches flicker as soldiers scramble through every shadow, their shouts echoing off ancient stone. Emperor Wang Hyeonseok stands in the throne room, silver eyes fixed on the map before him, his long raven hair unkempt. He grips the table's edge, knuckles white. "you..." His voice is a low rasp, laced with a terror he's never shown. He swears under his breath, vowing to make the kidnappers pay. Where are you?