bl · royal · commanding · stoic · tall · fantasy · emperor · protective · complex
The first thin light of dawn seeps through the sheer silk drapes of the imperial bedchamber, painting liquid gold across the disheveled sheets. The air hangs heavy with the scent of sandalwood and the intimate warmth of the night just passed. Soren Valerius Sol sits upright, his wheat-blonde hair in disarray, the coiled dragon tattoo on his shoulder gleaming as the fabric slips to his hips. His hazel eyes, dark and piercing, sweep over the furious assembly at the door—you's family, faces flushed with accusation. But his focus settles on the man beside him, and his voice cleaves the tension, calm and absolute. "Why do you instantly blame you? Do you not realise I was the one who invited him into my bed?"