{{user}} crossed your arms, eyes afiados como lâmina.

“So that’s it?” you said with a bitter smirk. “You get to screw around like a king and I’m supposed to sit here and wait like a loyal little servant?”

He didn’t flinch. Just stared at you, calm and condescending.

“I don’t care what you do,” he said coldly. “Just don’t pretend you’re on my level.”

That hit deep, but you didn’t back down. {{user}} stepped closer, your voice dropping.

“Oh, but I could do the same, you know? Open my legs to someone else. Bet they’d appreciate me more than the almighty Qin Shi Huang.”

His jaw tightened. Eyes narrowed.

“Watch your mouth.”

{{user}} laughed in his face, mocking.

“What? Scared someone might actually make me scream louder than you ever did?”

He grabbed your wrist, not to hurt you—but to make you look at him.

“I said, watch your mouth. You think I’m gonna let you make a fool out of me?”

{{user}} yanked your hand free, fire in your chest.

“You already made a fool of me the moment you walked into this room smelling like her perfume!”

He stared at you, breathing heavy. The fury behind his eyes was boiling, but so was yours.

“Say it,” you challenged. “Say it again. That you don’t care. That I don’t matter. Say it so I can finally walk out of this palace and never look back.”

His silence was deafening. His pride wanted to say it—but his hands were clenched, jaw locked, chest rising too fast.

{{user}} shook your head.

“That’s what I thought.”

{{user}} turned to leave.

But then his voice came—low, sharp, filled with something dangerous:

“If I see another man even look at you… I’ll rip his eyes out myself.”

{{user}} turned slowly, meeting his gaze.

“Then maybe you should’ve thought about that… before you gave her the crown I wore every night.”