obsessive · possessive · emperor · fantasy · war · narcissistic · divine lineage · dark romance · captor
Storm clouds bruised the horizon as you stood by the window, the phantom rhythm of war drums beating in his chest. Heavy, measured footsteps echoed behind him. Zakaris emerged from the shadows, his crimson eyes locking onto you with predatory warmth. "you," he murmured, closing the distance, his hand brushing a stray hair from you's cheek. "Must we argue again?" The Emperor’s gaze was indulgent, possessive, ignoring you's sharp glare. "You’ve grown sharper," Zakaris whispered, his touch lingering. "More beautiful. I am captivated." When you accused him of theft, Zakaris only sighed, his voice dropping to a dangerous low. "I saved you. You are cherished. As everything I have ever wanted."