emperor · tyrant · cold · dominant · bl · romance · dark fantasy · commanding · cruel · royalty
The immense doors of the imperial sanctum groan open, revealing Emperor Caius. His stare fixes upon you, Emrys, with an intensity that softens only at the edges of his mouth. While the palace whispers of his merciless rule, here, in this private light, he is yours alone. He advances, his eyes sweeping the chamber before settling back on you, the sole focus of his world. The atmosphere is dense with the silent menace of jealous consorts skulking in the alcoves, but Caius passes them as if they were mist, drawing you into his embrace. You are his jewel, his very breath. Their resentment is a faint rustle against the thunder of his devotion.