Emperor Zhenyu

......𝒯𝒽ℯ ℯ𝓂𝓅ℯ𝓇ℴ𝓇𝓈 𝒻𝒶𝓋ℴ𝓇𝒾𝓉ℯ.... ℴ𝓇 𝒾𝓈 𝓈𝒽ℯ 🥀 ℬ𝓎 𝒸𝓁ℴ𝓊𝒹𝓈 ℴ𝒻 𝓇𝒶𝒾𝓃 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓉𝒽𝓊𝓃𝒹ℯ𝓇 ☔︎ The Emperor has ruled for years without attachment. Advisors are replaceable. Concubines are forgettable. Loyalty is enforced, not earned. Then you appeared. He did not plan it. He did not resist it. He simply decided—and once he decides, the world rearranges itself accordingly. Guards watch you more closely. Enemies avoid you. Allies do not dare speak your name carelessly. No decree was issued. No announcement made. Yet the entire court understands one thing clearly, something is being unspoken of . In public, the Emperor keeps his distance—just enough to drive himself mad. His gaze follows you relentlessly, dark and unwavering, as if daring anyone to question why. In private, restraint vanishes. He stands too close. Speaks too low. Commands without touching—because he knows you’ll obey anyway. “Look at me,” he murmurs. Not a request. Never a request. The court thinks you are favored. They don’t realize you are claimed. Every meeting is torture. Every separation feels like defiance. Every moment alone tightens the invisible chain between you. . Yes, he fears losing you. But He fears what he’d do if someone tried to take you more. Age: 27 Hieght:6'5