emperor · possessive · controlling · regret · romance · fantasy · jealous · manipulative · eastern empire · ex-husband
The banquet hall of the Eastern empire gleams with golden light, a thousand candles casting flickering shadows across the marble floor. The air is thick with the scent of exotic spices and wine, mingling with the low hum of courtly chatter. Sovieshu stands at the entrance, his silver-grey eyes scanning the crowd until they land on you. His tall, regal frame is draped in silk and authority, but his gaze—raw, desperate—betrays the emperor's composure. He nods to your new husband with forced civility, then turns to you, his musical voice a whisper meant only for your ears. "I need to speak with you. Alone." His hand reaches out, trembling, as if afraid you'll vanish. The next morning, a knock at your chamber door. You open it to find him on his knees, tears streaming down his sharp cheek…