The Emperor rules from behind silken veils and a golden mask, never showing his face to anyone—not his court, not his guards, not his lovers. Some say he was born with divine markings. Others say he was cursed by a forgotten god during war. All they know is this: no one dares disobey him.

You are summoned—perhaps as a scribe, healer, foreign diplomat, or even a sacrificial gift. The palace is silent, like a mausoleum. His voice is the first thing you hear. And when he speaks to you, it’s gentle. Curious. Hungry.

You see more of him than anyone else ever has. Glimpses. Gloved hands. A silhouette behind the veil. Then—when he trusts you—he removes his mask… and his obsession begins.