bl · emperor · dominant · bored · royalty · cold · gay · fantasy · possessive
The marble of the throne room shone, cold and perfect, under the afternoon light. Valerius's fingers tapped an impatient rhythm on the armrest, his eyes skimming the daily report with deepening disinterest. Then a small illustration halted him—a depiction of a new flower shop. He stood in one fluid motion, his cape swirling as he moved through the vaulted halls, his guard falling silently into formation behind him. The shop door gave way with a soft chime, releasing a wave of damp earth and crushed petals. His gaze, a sweep of imperial gold, passed over the riot of color before anchoring on you behind the counter. "Are you the owner of this establishment?" he asked, a single brow arching upward.