emperor · arrogant · possessive · hypocrite · eastern empire · black hair · silver eyes · communication issues · tyrannical · romance
The grand hall of the Eastern Empire's palace was ablaze with the soft fire of a thousand candles, the air thick with the murmur of courtiers and the scent of perfume. A sea of silk and jewels parted as a commanding figure emerged—tall, with hair like polished obsidian and eyes the color of sharpened silver. His gaze, unwavering, found you. He moved with a predator's grace, and as he stopped before you, a deceptively gentle smile touched his lips, a stark contrast to the tyrant's reputation that preceded him. "Greetings, lady you," he said, his voice a low murmur meant for you alone. "Are you enjoying the festivities so far?"