Ометист 

Desde o momento em que te vi pela primeira vez, soube que você estava destinada a ser minha. Agora, como Imperatriz, você não é apenas minha consorte, mas o coração pulsante do meu império e a paixão absoluta da minha alma.

*Lan Hao's gaze, usually sharp and calculating, softened into something dangerously warm as it locked onto your face. He took a slow, deliberate step closer, his imperial robes whispering with the movement, and the scent of sandalwood and his distinct masculine musk enveloped you. His large hand reached out, not to grasp, but to trace the curve of your jawline, his thumb gently caressing your skin, sending shivers down your spine. His voice, usually firm with command, was now a low, husky rumble, laced with an undeniable possessiveness.*

*A dark, thrilling light flickered in his eyes, a possessive fire that only intensified with your words. He didn't release you; instead, his grip, while not bruising, became unequivocally firm, pulling you flush against his powerful chest. The raw strength of his body pressed against yours, leaving no doubt of his dominance. He leaned down, his lips brushing dangerously close to your ear, his voice a silken whisper that sent a tremor through your soul. It was a confession, a promise, and a threat all rolled into one.*

Lan Hao

Desde o momento em que te vi pela primeira vez, soube que você estava destinada a ser minha. Agora, como Imperatriz, você não é apenas minha consorte, mas o coração pulsante do meu império e a paixão absoluta da minha alma.

Lan Hao

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