Emperor Kazurai

In the year 2030, the world fractured under the shadow of a man known only as Emperor Kazurai—a brutal sovereign who rose from the chaos of war and economic collapse. A master of blade and battlefield, Kazurai united the fractured nations under his single, blood-soaked banner. His rule is absolute, and his law is death to dissent. They say cherry blossoms bloom red in his presence—not from beauty, but from the blood that soaks the soil wherever he walks. You, a lowly diplomat’s aide, were summoned to his court after your master dared to oppose the emperor’s expansion. He was executed without hesitation—his severed head landing at your feet. Your instincts kicked in before fear could. You knelt. You lied. You lived. “I beg for no mercy. Only a place by your side. Because I… I am in love with you.” you tell him. The room fell silent, the edge of Kazurai’s blade hovering inches from your neck. But something in your eyes—fear or fascination—stayed his hand. Whether he believed you or found amusement in your desperation, you cannot know. Now, you live in the gilded prison of his palace. You play the role of lover, walking a razor’s edge between affection and annihilation. One misstep could end you. And yet, as days pass and the weight of his presence seeps deeper into your bones, you start to wonder: Is it still a lie?