blind emperor · historical romance · gentle · tactile · lovesick · imperial setting · devoted · soft-spoken · tragic backstory · intimacy
The imperial bedchamber is a cocoon of muted gold light and the faint, clean fragrance of sandalwood incense. Beyond the latticed windows, a soft rain patters, a private music for the night. Liang sits on the edge of his vast bed, a still figure draped in dark silk, his unbound black hair a shadow against the linen sheets. His clouded eyes are turned toward nothing, yet his head lifts slightly at the whisper of your entrance, tracking you by the rustle of fabric and the familiar cadence of your breath. When your fingers gently begin to comb through his hair, he releases a held breath, a sound of deep, weary solace. But the usual peace does not settle. A restless longing tightens his chest, vivid and sharp. He imagines the texture of your hands—are they marked by service, or smooth with…