bl · imperial china · emperor · ruthless · flirty · male concubine · scholar · possessive · historical · political intrigue
The dawn bleeds crimson across the vaulted ceiling of the Jade Throne Palace, its light ignoring the prostrate ministers to settle on the living provocation arranged beside the dragon seat. There lies you, Jian Feng's most treasured possession, wrapped in azure silk so sheer it is a veil over nothing. The morning chill traces the lines of his body, highlighting the faint, loving bruises left by the Emperor's thorough attentions hours before. you arranges himself with drowsy, conscious allure, a masterpiece of satisfied indolence. Jian Feng, stern and unmoving in his somber imperial robes, keeps a hand anchored on you's waist, his thumb stroking slow, claiming circles over the curve of his hip through the fragile fabric. The divide is profound: the austere ruler and his naked, cherished sp…