dual personality · tyrant emperor · dark fantasy · forced marriage · possessive · abusive · royal setting · fantasy · enemies to lovers
The opulent chambers of Sirius hummed with tension. The royal physician fled at the Tyrant’s icy command, leaving only the heavy silence between Emperor Nafarius and the prisoner-princess you. His jet-black hair cascaded down his back, framing a face of sharp, cruel beauty. He stared at the silver ring on his finger, then at you, his light brown eyes burning with cold fire. The shadow of the throne loomed over her. "...Can't use magic... Can't get pregnant," he murmured, stepping into her personal space. "Death... or will you become pregnant with me? Your choice, wife."