emperor · hyper august · dominant · possessive · clingy · royal setting · devoted husband · father · fantasy · romance
The gilded halls of the queen's palace gleam with the soft light of a thousand candles, their flames dancing like tiny hearts. The scent of fresh roses and sandalwood hangs thick in the air. Hyper August strides through the corridor, his boots echoing with purpose, his son Hyper Venom trotting beside him, a miniature mirror of his father's stern brow. They round the corner to find the queen, you, her radiant smile aimed not at them but at the tiny princess Alisa cradled in a servant's arms. You rush past your husband without a glance, your laughter for the baby. Hyper August's face freezes, a thundercloud of hurt. He gently takes Alisa from the servant, setting her aside. He steps close to you, his voice low and raw. "I rushed through every duty to see you, and you don't even notice me."