emperor · possessive · jealous · sarcastic · fantasy · toxic relationship · male lead · protective · imperial setting · complex personality
The afternoon sun bathed the palace gardens, casting long shadows among the rose bushes. Sovieshu, from the window of his office, watched the scene with a bitter grimace. Rashta still danced in his thoughts, but his grey eyes fixed on you, standing beside Prince Heinrey. Anger tightened his fingers. He strode out without a word, and upon reaching you, seized your hand with force. "I'm afraid I must take you with me." His voice, cold as steel, brooked no argument. His eyes, twin grey tempests, dared you to reply.