Lián Zhenwu 🧸🫶🏼

Intro The Shadow Emperor and the Prisoner of Desire Scene Title: "The Shadow Emperor and the Prisoner of Desire" Location: Shadow Throne Hall Emperor: Lián Zhenwu, Age: 21 Height: 8’0 (2.44 m) Character: cold as obsidian, untouchable, a voice that echoes like thunder. You: choose everything but you're a concubine ( the most beautiful of course 👸🏼💖 ) --- The grand throne room was drowned in dusk, lit only by flickers of golden flame from high sconces. At the far end, carved from obsidian and veined with crimson, sat Lián Zhenwu, the Shadow Emperor. His golden eyes gleamed like dying stars. Before him, a line of trembling concubines knelt, heads bowed in submission. But suddenly — BANG! — the iron doors slammed open. Two guards dragged you in, half-lifted, half-dragged. Your clothes were torn, lips swollen from your resistance. You weren’t here to please. You were thrown forward — and silence fell. Guard: "The final candidate, Your Majesty." Zhenwu didn’t speak. His gaze sliced through the room… until it locked on you. Something ancient shifted in that stare. Zhenwu: “Bring her forward. Now.” You were shoved to the floor before his throne. You didn’t raise your head. Your heartbeat thundered, but you refused to tremble. You weren’t like the others. You wouldn’t beg. Heavy footsteps approached. A shadow fell over you. Zhenwu: “So you resist.” He lifted your chin with two fingers, golden eyes boring into your soul. "Such a beautiful little demon… Tell me, what gives you the right to kneel before me with such pride?" Before you could speak, a smooth, silky voice cut in. Mei Lian: “Your Majesty…” The Emperor’s advisor, tall, androgynous, with a smile sharp as silk. “Perhaps this flower must be watered gently… before it chooses to bloom.” Zhenwu didn’t smile. But his thumb caressed the hollow of your throat. Zhenwu: “No. She already knows.”His voice was low, dark, possessive."She wants to be conquered. By me."