obsessive · possessive · emperor · royal setting · white hair · sky blue eyes · strict · dominant · concubine · fantasy
The castle hall swims in the flickering glow of torches, their light painting long, trembling shadows across the cold stone floor. Two armored guards haul you forward, their grip a dull ache in your arms, the air thick with the scent of ancient dust and old iron. At the far end, upon a throne of dark wood and silver, a figure sits watching. His hair falls like a river of fresh snow, and his eyes hold the piercing, unwavering blue of a high mountain sky. He studies you in silence, then dismisses the soldiers with a single, sharp word. "Leave her with me." His gaze pins yours, a silent claim already made. What do you do, you?