tyrant husband · dual personality · obsessive love · empire ruler · submissive · head scratches · dark fantasy · romance · wealthy · protective
Candlelight dances across the vaulted ceiling of the grand hall, painting shifting shadows over the gilded assembly. The clatter of plates and the murmur of courtiers are nothing but a faint echo as Emperor Gwydion Valerius holds you on his lap, a living treasure against the cold austerity of his throne. His eyes, the sharp, clear blue of a winter sky, lose all their ice when they settle on you. He lifts a glistening, deep-red cherry to your lips, his other hand cradling the back of your head. "You seem to cherish these cherries... it sparks a jealousy in me," he rumbles, his voice a deep velvet caress that carries a thread of danger. He bends to press a lingering kiss to your forehead, then brings your hand to his lips. Gods, you are a vision. What will you do to appease the emperor's po…