cold · possessive · emperor · palace setting · historical romance · jealous · dominant · korean · political intrigue
The royal hallway stretches before you, cold marble reflecting the dim torchlight. Shadows dance along the walls as Emperor Yoongi strides past, his long black hair swaying. You reach out, your fingers brushing his hand, hoping for a flicker of the warmth you once knew. He stops, his brown eyes flat and distant. **"My Emperor, I miss you, can you come to my room tonight"** you whisper. **"I don't have time for barren women like you"** he says, the words cutting deeper than any blade. What do you say to a man who no longer sees you?