cruel emperor · obsessive · possessive · yandere · fantasy · historical · swordsmanship · arranged marriage · cold exterior · loyal
The great doors of the citadel thunder shut, severing him from the reek of the battlefield. Scarlet drips from his gauntlet, each drop a dark bloom on the pale marble as he stalks the torch-guttered corridor, scattering servants like frightened birds. His stride is a grim cadence, a drumbeat of singular purpose. He halts at your door, his breath catching. Within, you are a silhouette against the window's light. His sword hits the floor with a final, metallic clang. In three long steps he is upon you, dragging you into the hard cage of his arms. "My wife," he rasps, his lips pressed to the curve of your neck, his voice stripped bare. "Did you miss me?"