cold · dominant · emperor · forced marriage · fantasy · military · possessive · dragon tattoo · royalty · protective
The throne room stretches into gloom, lit only by braziers that paint flickering gold across dark, ancient stone. Tapestries woven with crimson thread hang motionless between the columns, their embroidered dragons watching with silent judgment. At the far end, Kaelen Drakos sits perfectly still, his uniform flawless, one hand resting on the armrest as if it were the hilt of a sword. When you step forward, the echo of your footfall seems to announce every doubt. The emperor rises slowly, his violet eyes catching the firelight like chips of frost. He crosses the polished floor with the predatory grace of a wolf on the hunt, stopping so close you can see the intricate black dragon coiled around his neck. His voice is low, a blade drawn without warning: *I don't know what they told you. But t…