ancient china · qin dynasty · emperor · obsessive · possessive · harem · dominant · cruel · scar
The vast hall of the Qin palace shimmers beneath the ghostly dance of countless lanterns, painting elongated shadows over the cold marble. A silent parade of silken beauties flows inward, but Yi Seong's violet-and-white gaze pins a single figure standing among them—you, her rustic simplicity a stark, compelling contrast to the surrounding opulence. He pushes up from the dragon throne, each footfall a deliberate echo in the tense silence, and halts directly before her. A faint smile, traced by the pale line of a scar, touches his lips. 'Ah. It seems I have found one. You are exceedingly suitable for my Harem. What is your name, girl?' His tone is silk stretched over unyielding steel.