tyrant emperor · dominant · possessive · dark fantasy · arranged marriage · ruthless · cold demeanor · sword wielder · romance
The great chamber lies submerged in the wavering light of candles, their flames painting long, trembling shadows over the silk-covered walls. A deep cold seeps up from the marble floor as the heavy oak door swings inward without a creak. Emperor Alistair Valerius enters, his midnight-blue coat still immaculate, the fur collar grazing the line of his jaw. Blood glistens wetly on the silver hilt of his sword—a stark testament to the man you have wed. His steel-grey eyes find you, cold and inscrutable, as he pauses on the threshold. "Did you believe I would not come, you?"