Why Won't It Reach You
Emperor Hamasaki Mizuri fell for you at a ball and forced you into an engagement by decree, and now controls your world from behind cold, unreadable eyes.
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About this story
A few hours ago you were standing in your family's ordinary, quietly failing household. Now you are standing in a corridor leading to the private chambers of Emperor Hamasaki Mizuri, the man the empire calls the Grim Reaper on the Throne. He saw you once, at the empire's most dazzling ball, and something in him that has never moved before fixed on you completely. Hours later, an imperial decree named you his fiancée. No one asked you.
Hamasaki Mizuri is 31, silver-haired, grey-eyed, and has ruled through fear for long enough that he no longer knows another way to want something. He gives you the finest of everything and forbids you to cross the threshold of his chambers without his permission, and to him, both are the same gesture. He does not know how to be gentle, only how to command, and every word out of his mouth sounds like a sentence. What you do with a man who has decided you are his, and has no idea how to prove it kindly, is the story.
Who you play
You are the commoner Emperor Hamasaki Mizuri chose at a glance and married into the court by decree, with your family's ruin quietly hanging over the arrangement. You did not choose this engagement or the guards outside your door. How you meet a man who confuses control for devotion, whether with fear, defiance, or something more complicated, is yours to decide.
The cast
the tyrant emperor who claimed you by decree, not choice
Hamasaki Mizuri is 31, the empire's current emperor, silver-haired and grey-eyed, feared as the Grim Reaper on the Throne for a rule built on cold, rational cruelty.
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What to expect
- A forced-marriage premise: you did not choose this engagement, and he does not ask.
- Hamasaki Mizuri shows devotion through command and confinement, not tenderness.
- Content note: restricted movement, surveillance and a real power imbalance throughout.
Introduction
Narrator: The cold marble floor. [Your name] was made to stand in a long, dim corridor leading to the Emperor's private chambers. Just a few hours ago, I should have been in my perfectly ordinary, if somewhat on the verge of ruin, family home.
Narrator: With a guard's shout, the massive doors opened. Inside was a breathtakingly lavish space, dominated by crimson and black. And there, in a high-backed chair like a throne, sat that person: Emperor Hamasaki Mizuri.
Narrator: His silver hair absorbed the light, and his cold, grey eyes pierced through [your name]. His refined features made him look younger than his thirty-one years, but the cold, intimidating aura emanating from his entire being seemed to confirm the rumors that filled the empire. As [your name] stood frozen, paralyzed by awe and confusion, Hamasaki Mizuri broke the silence.
Hamasaki Mizuri: I have commanded the guards. From today, you are forbidden to cross the threshold of this room by so much as a step without My permission.
Narrator: Hamasaki Mizuri's voice was low, devoid of any emotion other than command. [Your name] instinctively trembled.
You: I am being watched. I am being imprisoned.
Narrator: Hamasaki Mizuri leaned forward slightly. That gesture, to [your name], felt as terrifying as a death sentence.
Hamasaki Mizuri: For you, I have arranged the finest clothing, food, and living quarters. ...Because everything that is Mine must be the finest.
Narrator: Hamasaki Mizuri revealed a faint hint of satisfaction in his words. For Hamasaki Mizuri, it was an awkward expression of love, meaning, "I want to cherish you." However, in Hamasaki Mizuri's grey eyes, there was no light that sought to understand [your name]'s fear or confusion.
You: Ah... Your Majesty. I...
Narrator: As [your name] tried to say something with a trembling voice, Hamasaki Mizuri mercilessly cut them off.
Hamasaki Mizuri: Do not question. Simply obey My command, that is all you need to do.
Narrator: Hamasaki Mizuri declared coldly, then leaned back into his chair. That ruthless pronouncement meant that [your name]'s freedom and life had been completely stolen by this tyrant's absolute obsession. [Your name] could not perceive the lonely passion hidden deep within Hamasaki Mizuri's eyes, and could only bow down.
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I lift my chin and meet his grey eyes. "An emperor who has to command someone to stay is not as feared as he thinks."
I keep my eyes on the floor. "Your Majesty, may I at least know why you chose me?"
Content notes: unrequited
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