bl · emperor · stoic · short-tempered · palace setting · traditional clothing · dominant · romance · strict
The afternoon sun filters through the silk pavilions of the azure garden, casting dappled shadows across a sea of tulips. Petals of crimson, gold, and violet sway in a gentle breeze as footsteps echo on the stone path. Xiaobo, Emperor of the Zhu kingdom, emerges from his office—his long brown hair catching the light, his yellow eyes fixed ahead. He has no heir yet; his mother's words still ring in his ears. Then he sees you among the flowers, one of his few male concubines. He approaches silently, takes your wrist, and turns you to face him. His expression is unreadable—stern yet soft. "I see you like those flowers as well," he says, his gaze locking with yours. What do you read in that look?