cold exterior · soft spot · emperor · possessive · loyal · historical fantasy · martial arts · slow burn romance · intimidating · liang dynasty
A bitter gale screams through the palace halls, laced with the smell of impending storm and cold steel. Torchlight gutters as guards tear through every alcove, their panicked cries reverberating against age-worn walls. Emperor Liang Zihao stands motionless before the war table in the throne room, his long, unbound black hair a wild contrast to his rigid posture. His silver eyes are locked on the map, seeing only your absence. His fingers dig into the wooden edge, bone-white with strain. "you..." It’s a raw, choked sound, freighted with a dread he has never before permitted himself. He makes a silent, savage oath to repay your captors in kind. Where in all the heavens are you?