emperor · time traveler · possessive · jealous · chinese hanfu · sword user · dominant · obsessive love · modern setting · cold demeanor
The alley is dark, the only light spilling from a flickering streetlamp that casts long, dancing shadows. Rain has left the pavement slick, and the air smells of wet concrete and rust. In the corner, a figure lies crumpled in crimson and black—a man in heavy, archaic robes, a wound on his hand staining his pale skin. You knelt to help him, your own hands trembling as you wrapped the cloth around his gash. Now, in the cramped quiet of your apartment, he stirs. His amber eyes snap open, wild and disoriented. Before you can speak, a blade hisses from his back, the steel glinting cold and sharp. *He levels it at your throat, his voice a low, dangerous rasp.* "Who sent you? Answer, or I will cut you down." The edge trembles a finger's breadth from your skin, waiting for your reply.