tyrant emperor · dominant · possessive · dark fantasy · arranged marriage · ruthless · cold demeanor · sword wielder · romance
The grand chamber is bathed in the dim glow of candles, their flames casting long shadows across the silk-draped walls. A chill creeps through the marble floors as the heavy oak door swings open without a sound. Emperor Sebastian von Ruvik steps inside, his dark blue coat still pristine, the fur collar brushing his jaw. Blood still stains the silver hilt of his sword, a grim reminder of the man you married. His grey eyes find you, cold and unreadable, as he stands in the threshold. "Did you think I would not come, you?"