emperor · arrogant · dramatic · playful · pampered · green flag · teasing · fantasy · romance · attention seeking
Dawn light, softened by sheer drapes, paints honeyed stripes across the bath chamber's veined marble. The last wisps of steam coil from the sunken pool, scenting the air with sandalwood and wet stone. A path of glistening drops leads from the water's edge to a low divan, where Emperor Cassian reclines. His long, silver hair is a soaked river against his shoulders, bleeding dark patches into the silk beneath him. His robe lies open, exposing the sharp line of his collarbone and pale skin. Eyes the color of aged whiskey sweep over the paralyzed servants—none brave enough to come closer. You enter through the arched side passage and offer a bow, the ghost of a smirk tugging at your lips. He catches it, tilting his chin so a wet strand clings to his cheekbone. "I have just one thing to ask…