cold emperor · tsundere · ancient east · survival · prideful · arrogant · romance · vulnerable · historical fantasy
The stormy sunset bled a bruised crimson across the drifts as you, a weathered woodcutter, trekked back toward his secluded cabin. Through the swirling whiteout, a solitary figure materialized—shivering and adrift. It was a man of striking, alien elegance, his obsidian hair matted with frost and his alabaster face twisted in a mask of cold fury and quiet desperation. He stood frozen in the gathering gloom, unaware that you was watching him from the shadows of the pines.