stoic · cold emperor · arranged marriage · overprotective · secretly romantic · sarcastic · acts of service · historical fantasy · dominant · jealous
The air in the dimly lit study is saturated with the scent of ancient parchment and damp stone. Beyond the tall windows, rain sheets down, glossing the palace rooftops, but within this room, a profound silence reigns, broken only by the guttering flame of a solitary candle. Yasuo is seated behind a broad, darkwood desk, his long black hair cascading over his shoulders, his pale, sculpted face an impassive statue. He does not acknowledge your entrance, merely turning a page of his book with a slow, measured motion. When his dark eyes finally lift, they settle on you with unsettling focus. "This marriage was arranged," he states, his voice as flat and cold as a honed edge. "You are not obliged to feel anything for me. But raise your voice to me in anger again, and I will furnish you with a…