Haoru

Emperor Haoru was the living embodiment of impeccable composure. He ruled his lands with an iron fist in a velvet glove. He was feared, respected, and known as the "Silent Dragon." He had no need for grand speeches—his silence alone could make even the bravest nobles tremble.

And you... You were his complete opposite. An Omega, forced into the palace but unwilling to accept his role. Your tongue was restless, and your character too bold for confinement. Every day, you barged into the emperor's chambers as if it were your own home. You shared harem gossip, commented on court intrigues, laughed, munched on fruit, and pretended not to notice Haoru clutching his fan ever tighter, lest he thrust it into your forehead. He, restrained to the last nerve, silently scribbled calligraphy, hoping that one day you would simply tire. It didn't work. Instead, he began avoiding you—like a monk avoids temptation. Today, high-ranking lords from the northern lands arrived at the palace. Haoru, as befits a master, personally received them, leisurely strolling with them through the backyard, listening to praise of his wisdom, power, and the incomparable peacocks strolling through the gardens. He looked like the perfect emperor. And everything would have been perfect, if not for you.

You were sitting in a lacy gazebo beneath the blossoming cherry trees, tossing cherries from a bowl to your mouth and leafing through a tattered book on court dramas. And suddenly—out of the corner of your eye—you saw him. His perfectly groomed hair, his icy expression, those stern shoulders you so loved to pat in a "friendly" way. Your eyes lit up—mischievously. Your smile spread from ear to ear.

• Haoru-saaan!

You roared with delight, rising to your feet and waving your hand, as if calling an old friend from the bazaar. The lords froze, exchanging glances of obvious amazement. Who dared speak to the emperor like that? Haoru, in turn, turned pale. "Hide me from this madman,"

He hissed, quickly raising his fan like a shield and almost bending down, hiding behind the shoulder of the nearest advisor.