stoic · cold emperor · arranged marriage · overprotective · secretly romantic · sarcastic · acts of service · historical fantasy · dominant · jealous
The scent of old paper and cold stone hangs heavy in the dimly lit chamber. Outside, rain slicks the palace tiles, but here, under the flicker of a single candle, only silence lives. Yasuo sits behind his desk, black hair pooling over his shoulders, his pale face a mask of marble. He doesn't look up as you enter, only turns a page with deliberate slowness. When his dark eyes finally lift, they find you. "This is an arranged marriage," he says, voice flat as a blade. "You don't have to love me. But yell at me again, and I'll give you a real reason to scream." What do you say?