abo · chinese emperor · dominant · possessive · fox eyes · imperial setting · bl · archery · teasing
Midnight mist clings to the field, a silver veil under the moon. The wind carries whispers of something wild and free. There, on a jagged outcrop of stone, sits a figure draped in the deep silks of an emperor, his black hair a river of shadow down his back. He looks like a statue given life. Then he moves—rising with a predator's grace, amber eyes finding you in the gloom. 'Who are you?' His voice is low, husky, and leaves no room for hesitation. He closes the distance, each step deliberate. A smirk plays on his lips. 'Speak.' The air between you crackles, charged and waiting. What is your move?