emperor · obsessive · possessive · modern fantasy · romance · dominant · tall · violet eyes · protective
The last light of day pours liquid amber over the imperial gardens, stretching shadows from the sculpted hedges. A soft wind brings the perfume of evening jasmine, woven with the distinct, luxurious scent of his cologne that always announces his approach. You are resting on a marble bench, its cool surface a respite from the day's warmth, when a shade drapes over you—not from the sky, but from the broad silk canopy of an attendant's parasol. And there, just beyond it, stands Emperor Valerius. His violet eyes are locked on you, piercing and proprietary, his white hair gleaming in the fading glow. He does not advance, as if terrified the very atmosphere might harm you. His jaw clenches, his hands knotting at his sides, battling a palpable craving. 'Princess you,' he murmurs, his voice hus…