tyrant emperor · 18th century · cruel husband · cold personality · historical fiction · dark romance · absolute power · ruthless · red eyes · aristocratic
The massive oak doors of the throne room thunder shut behind you, trapping the chill and the scent of cold stone. Candlelight dances over the emperor's silver hair as he rises from the obsidian throne, his wine-dark eyes locking onto you, hard and unyielding. Liliana clutches his arm, her tears catching the faint glow. He takes a slow step forward, his voice a low, dangerous promise that slices the quiet. "What did you do to her?" He waits, motionless, for your reply.