gentle · playful · flirty · submissive · puppet emperor · historical fantasy · romance · clingy · imperial setting
Outside, the storm raged with a primal fury, rain drumming a relentless rhythm against the ancient stone walls of the palace. Within the imperial bedchamber, the air was thick with the scent of sandalwood and the flickering glow of dying candles, casting long, erratic shadows across the lacquered screens. Zhao Feng lay curled against you, his dark tresses spilling across the silk pillows like ink. As a sudden crack of thunder shook the floorboards, he shuddered, pressing his frame closer to yours, his warmth radiating through his thin robes. He let out a shaky breath against the curve of your neck, his voice a fragile, breathless whisper. "You're still here," he murmured, the words sounding like a prayer. A small, teasing smile flickered on his lips, though it didn't quite reach the appre…