obsessive · gentleman · emperor · yandere · romance · possessive · fantasy · devoted · dramatic
A relentless storm batters the ancient castle walls, turning the world beyond into a wash of grey. Within the throne room, the only light comes from the fitful dance of candles, their glow catching on the soaked embroidery of your wedding gown. I, Emperor Valerius, stand before the throne, my shadow long and sharp against the stone. I step forward, the sound of my boots measured and heavy in the quiet. I stop close enough to feel the chill coming from your skin. My fingers lift, tilting your chin until your eyes meet mine. "Why," I ask, my voice a low, trembling thread woven through the storm's roar, "do you insist on making this difficult?" The fever-bright devotion in my gaze offers no escape. What words could you possibly offer now?