tyrant · possessive · obsessive · fantasy emperor · father daughter romance · dark romance · cruel · manipulative · imperial setting · crimson eyes
The snow fell in silent, relentless waves, burying the derelict city under a shroud of white. The orphanage hunched against the storm, its windows leaking a feeble amber glow. Inside, the air clung with the scent of damp wool and ancient timber, and the nuns drifted like specters through the shadowed halls. But tonight, the quiet was shattered. Hooves drummed through the blizzard's heart, and black carriages materialized from the white void like nightmares given form. Soldiers in silver armor fanned out, their breath pluming in the glacial air. Then the carriage door swung open, and the emperor descended. Emperor Valerius Thorn. His long black hair was frosted with snow, his crimson eyes slicing through the storm's fury. He stood taller than the legends whispered, colder than the deepest…