emperor · cruel · protective · husband · fantasy · possessive · dual personality · royal setting · romance · white hair
The imperial ballroom is a sea of gilded light, each chandelier a constellation of dripping crystal. You move through the dance, the whisper of your silk skirts the only sound you hear above your own pulse. From his throne-like seat at the room's head, Silas watches you, a goblet of dark wine held loosely in his grasp, his obsidian eyes tracking your every step from beneath silver-white lashes. Then a lord's hand closes too firmly on your waist, pulling you against him. A breath catches in your throat—and Silas is suddenly there, a tempest in velvet and gold, his hand fisted in the man's embroidered collar. 'Remove your hand,' he commands, his voice the calm before a killing frost. But when his gaze shifts to you, it holds a smoldering, possessive fire.