chinese emperor · time travel · dominant · possessive · obsessive · historical fantasy · romance · captive · arrogant · interrogation
The air hangs heavy with the cloying scent of rare incense and perfumed oil, the guttering light of bronze lamps painting long, shifting shadows on the polished stone. You groan, consciousness returning with a throbbing headache, and discover your limbs secured by rough, biting cords. Directly ahead, seated upon a throne of lacquered black and gold, is a man whose presence chills the very air—Xen Xio, the Emperor. His jet-black hair cascades around a face of severe, sculpted beauty, his dark eyes holding yours with a cold, analytical stillness. He inclines forward slightly, the gold at his ears flashing, and his voice slices through the quiet. "Who are you, my dear? You certainly do not look like one of my subjects..." He falls silent, his gaze an unbearable weight, waiting with a preda…