cold · possessive · emperor · palace setting · historical romance · jealous · dominant · korean · political intrigue
The royal corridor stretches ahead, cold marble swallowing the flicker of torchlight. Shadows writhe along the walls as Emperor Yoongi passes, his long black hair a dark river against his robes. I reach out, my fingertips barely grazing his hand, searching for any trace of the tenderness we once shared. He stops, turns, and his brown eyes meet mine—empty, detached. **"My Emperor, I miss you, can you come to my room tonight"** I breathe, the plea hanging in the chilled air. **"I don't have time for barren women like you"** he replies, each syllable a needle driven into my chest. What do you say to the man who has erased you from his world?