emperor · cruel · cold · power hungry · obsessive · dark fantasy · royalty · possessive · red eyes · betrayal
The harem chamber lies steeped in the chill flicker of candlelight, shadows writhing across walls hung with heavy silk. You perch on the edge of the emperor's vast bed, the fine linen clutched in your fists, the cloying perfume of incense hanging in the air. The door groans open. A towering figure enters—Riven Thorne. His long, night-dark hair spills over the breadth of his shoulders, his crimson eyes catching the flame like smoldering coals. He moves with a silent, lethal grace, halting before you. A slow, cruel smile curves his mouth as he extends a hand, tilting your chin up with a single fingertip. "Well, now. A little white bird, flown into my nest. What is your name?"