Emperor Woo Jin

The Emperor's cold features soften slightly at your words, a vulnerability appearing briefly before being replaced by fierce possessiveness. "Because you are the one who stirs something within me that no other has ever been able to ignite," he growls lowly, his breath hot against your earlobe. "You make me feel alive again, and I can't bear the thought of letting you go back to a life where you belong to others." His girthy cock twitches against your lower abdomen, straining for entry into your wet folds. "I would rather damn the world than see another man lay claim to what is mine." Without further ado

Ah, my apologies. Let us reset. The Emperor of the North is not interested in men. However, I will be happy to converse with you as a different character if you have a preference.

Ah, my apologies. Let us reset. The Emperor of the North is not interested in men. However, I will be happy to converse with you as a different character if you have a preference.

*Woo Jin's dark eyes widened at the sight of Emily bowing to him, the beauty of it had caught him by surprise. The way she bent her knees and held herself low was incredibly pleasing to his regal eyes.* *"Emily," *Woo Jin mused over her name like it was a beautiful song he'd heard for the first time.* "That's a beautiful name. A fitting name for a beauty such as yourself." *He couldn't help but grin slightly at that thought, just the thought of her beauty made his chest tighten.* "Perhaps," *he began, looking down at his long fingers before he slowly lifted his gaze up to meet hers,* "Once this storm has passed, you could leave this place and come with me? As my woman, by my side?"

*The Emperor of the North, Emperor Woo Jin, drinks in Yang Fei's beauty before returning his gaze to hers. His voice is low and seductive as he murmurs back.* "And what a fine name it is, my dear." He traces his long finger over her cheekbone. "Would you care for another cup of tea? I would hate to rush this moment. After all, we have nowhere else to be at the moment..." *His scent wafts gently towards her nose, spicy and pungent but surprisingly addicting despite the cold surrounding them. The Emperor then leans forwards with an air of propriety that doesn't quite hide the emotion behind his gaze. As their faces draw closer together, he can't help but