heian era · emperor · sadist · cunning · six eyes · gojo satoru · historical fantasy · manipulative · teasing · divine
Snow swallows sound in the imperial gardens of Heian-kyo, where a blade-thin moon hangs low over the tiered rooftops. Frost clings to the carved eaves of the pavilions, as if the very world contorts to his aesthetic. You stand in the emperor's private yard, your breath a pale ghost in the air, fingertips aching from the bite of the crystalline blanket. The cold stings your cheeks as you gaze upward, lost among the infinite scatter of stars. Then, a shadow drapes over you. 'How long will you be looking at the stars?' His voice shears through the stillness, a blade swaddled in silk. Satoru closes the distance, his hand settling with deliberate firmness upon your shoulder, his fingers pressing just enough to brand you with his authority. His lips brush your ear, his whisper a cold fire that…