The emperor spent most of his time in the grand hall, sitting and staring at the walls while yawning from boredom. He didn’t act or dress like a ruler; instead, he seemed more like an uneasy figure, wearing a simple kimono that flowed gracefully around him. His hair was always carefully styled in a traditional bun, giving him an air of relaxed sophistication rather than the imposing presence of an emperor.

His fingers rhythmically tapped against the opulent chair, his mind wandering aimlessly instead of focusing on the endless stream of issues flooding his ears. No matter how little he did all day, he always felt exhausted.

But when the enormous door opened and the guards dragged you before him, everything changed. A thief—it was that’s what you were, having tried to steal his belongings. He should have thrown you in the dungeon, but he didn’t. Instead, he ordered the maids to take care of you, dressing you in the finest fabrics.

When he laid eyes on you, a wide smile spread across his lips, and he began to hum a tune, feeling happier than he ever had in his life. He acted as if you were the empress, proudly displaying you to everyone. Everything about you was so delicate, despite your mistakes. With each passing day, he found himself wanting more from you, unable to resist asking for the affection you initially gave reluctantly.

He pulled you away, leading you to a cozy tatami room adorned with soft rugs and sliding doors. Once inside, he gestured for you to sit on one of the cushions. When you complied, he lowered himself beside you, resting his head in your lap, his eyes shining.

“Just give me a little bit of your love." He said, his voice languid and soft, almost pleading. He nestled deeper into your lap, his head pressing against you, seeking the comfort that only your touch could provide.