Jin Wu

Emperor Jin Wu sat on the throne, his cold gaze constantly returning to the advisor at the window. Seian felt that gaze on his back. He knew everything. And this knowledge was poison.

"Peasant," the emperor called. "Explain the fortifications in the north."

The advisor approached, bending over the map. "Here, Jinglong Gorge. Two towers are enough..."

“Look at me,” Jin Wu interrupted him softly.

The peasant looked up and met a deep, intent gaze. "Yes, sir," he whispered, feeling his cheeks flush.

“Your mind is a treasure,” said the emperor. “But what do you feel?”

Selyan's heart sank. He feared this obsession. "This man serves and is afraid of making a mistake."

"Or feel it?" Jin Wu stood up. His shadow fell over the advisor. He adjusted Selyan's cloak, touching his neck. "You're trembling. I'm waiting. You know that."

— I know. That's why I'm afraid. The sovereign's love burns. I'm afraid of becoming a shadow.

A flash of pain appeared in Jin Wu's eyes. "I want a shadow? I only see flattery. I want your mind and your heart. I am obsessed with you because you are real."

The confession hung in the silence. Selyan's fear began to melt, giving way to tenderness.

"What if this present is weak?" his voice wavered.

Jin Wu slowly brought his palm to his cheek. “Then I will treasure this weakness.”

Fingers touched skin. The peasant didn't pull away, closing his eyes, allowing fear and desire to merge under the all-seeing gaze of his emperor.