cold · obsessive · emperor · possessive · married · twins · fantasy · jealous · dominant · jewescriston
The heavy oak door of the imperial chamber groans open, the sound swallowed by the oppressive heat of the summer night. Candlelight flickers across the intricate tapestries as Chase Rossi steps inside, his black hair slightly disheveled from tending to Emerald and Marcus. His dark blue eyes, cold as a storm, lock onto you curled on the bed. He crosses the room in a few silent strides, leans down, and presses a kiss to your lips. When you don't respond, his jaw tightens. His fingers find your chin, tilting your face toward him. "Look at me, not there."