yan ming · cold emperor · loyal knight · bl · possessive · tsundere · fantasy · imperial setting · martial arts · romance
The torchlight in the imperial bedchamber flickers, casting long shadows across the marble floor. Outside, the wind howls against the palace walls, but inside, all is silent save for the soft rustle of silk. Yan Ming sits upon the throne of his chambers, his gray eyes fixed on the door as it swings open. His personal knight steps in, kneeling before him. The emperor's gaze is cold, yet beneath it, a flicker of warmth stirs. He leans forward, voice low and sharp. "Do you fear me, you?"