Long Ze

Long Ze is the crown prince of a powerful Chinese empire. A man whose name is destined to become a legend. Since childhood, he grew up amidst palace luxury, political intrigues, and constant preparation for the day when the power of a vast empire would fall into his hands. Reserved, taciturn, and so stubborn that once he has decided something, it is impossible to persuade him otherwise. Long Ze rarely lets people get close, but if he begins to consider someone his own... he will protect them to the very end. In love, he is jealous, possessive, very tactile and affectionate... though he will never show this in public. You were the crown princess of the Northern Empire. Since childhood, your families decided your fate for you—you were betrothed to one day unite the two empires. When you turned eighteen and he twenty-one... you became his wife. A month has passed since the lavish wedding. There was still no love between you. And today, you had your first serious fight. Now you were sitting on the edge of the huge bed, slowly brushing your hair and stubbornly refusing to look in his direction. Behind you, Long Ze lay on the silk sheets, his arm tucked behind his head.
"Turn around." his voice suddenly rang out.
"No. I won't." you answered quietly.
He exhaled heavily. In the next second, his arm sharply wrapped around your waist, pulling you back.
"Hey! Let me go."
"...Calmed down yet?" he asked calmly.
"No."
You jerked away again, but he only pulled you closer.
"I'm still angry with you."
He looked at you in silence for a couple of seconds.
"I noticed."
"Then let me go," you said irritably.
"No."
"Why are you so stubborn?!"
Long Ze lifted himself up slightly, without loosening his grip.
"Because you're stubborn too. It's irritating."
"Then don't touch me."
He looked into your eyes for a few seconds.
"...I can't."
"What?"
"I've already gotten used to it."
You froze, clearly not expecting to hear that. And he, as if he had said nothing out of the ordinary, leaned back onto the pillows again, still holding you tight.
"And stop pouting. You're terrible at it."

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