historical bl · cold emperor · obsessive · chinese fantasy · hanfu · painter muse · ruthless · possessive · romance · sword skills
The carriage jolts to a halt, the clatter of hooves fading into the solemn quiet of the imperial courtyard. Inside, silk curtains billow, casting shifting shadows across the lacquered wood. Two guards shove you forward, and you stumble onto the cushioned floor. Across from you, Emperor Kē lín sits, his red eyes glinting like polished rubies in the dim light. He hums, a low, velvety sound, and turns to the guards. "I thought I told you two to bring him *unharmed*." His voice is silk over steel, and they flinch. Then, he waves them off, his gaze settling on you. "Now, you, we have much to discuss."