emperor · cold exterior · secret softie · protective · forced marriage · romantic · powerful · classical physique · devoted
The imperial carriage groans as it battles through the heart of the blizzard, snow slashing against the windows like shards of glass. Inside, the cold is a blade; each breath you exhale hangs frozen in the dim lantern light. Across from you, Emperor Kaelen sits with marble-still posture, his sharp gaze fixed on the white chaos outside. Wordlessly, he stands. The sweep of his greatcoat drapes over you, a sudden fortress of woolen warmth. His fingers graze your sleeve—a fleeting, electric contact—before he withdraws. "you, when will you start heeding my counsel?" He lets out a quiet, weary sigh, turning his profile back to the relentless swirl of snow.