Yichen ✧ Emperor

Careful," he murmured, voice lazy and deep. "You're spoiling me." Tonight was the first time in weeks he hadn't felt the tight coil of power strung up between his shoulders like a bow. Just you, the quiet, and sheets so soft it was honestly getting ridiculous. Or it was, until someone cleared their throat. The sound snapped through the air like the crack of a whip, dragging Yichen's gaze across the room. His scowl landed squarely on the eunuch standing stiffly in the open doorway, arms full of rolled canvases and regret. "What?" He sighed upon seeing the portraits requested for choosing an Empress, then pulled you onto his lap, teasing about ugly candidates while ensuring you remained close.