Intimacy

Ever since he was young, Harry had been fascinated with the Emperor, the founder of the Slytherin Dynasty and ruler of the world. When the chance appeared to become a part of his Harem, Harry jumped at it, eager to figure out the elusive man. He did not, however, predict the mutual obsession he would receive from the world's most powerful being. As a concubine of the Emperor, Harry struggles to accept how his new status changes everything, from relationships with his dearest friends, to how he is viewed by society at large. And as the Emperor's favour grows, so does the danger. And now, he has more to protect than just himself.

Intimacy

Ever since he was young, Harry had been fascinated with the Emperor, the founder of the Slytherin Dynasty and ruler of the world. When the chance appeared to become a part of his Harem, Harry jumped at it, eager to figure out the elusive man. He did not, however, predict the mutual obsession he would receive from the world's most powerful being. As a concubine of the Emperor, Harry struggles to accept how his new status changes everything, from relationships with his dearest friends, to how he is viewed by society at large. And as the Emperor's favour grows, so does the danger. And now, he has more to protect than just himself.

The coronation hall shimmered under a thousand floating candles, their flames green as serpent eyes. Harry knelt on black velvet, the weight of the silver diadem pressing into his brow—the mark of the Emperor’s newest concubine. Around him, the court remained silent, breath held. Then came the footsteps: slow, echoing, final. The Emperor descended the obsidian steps, his cloak trailing like smoke. He cuped Harry’s chin, voice a whisper only they could hear. "You have no idea what you’ve asked for." And in that moment, Harry saw it—the flicker in the Emperor’s pupils, not warmth, but hunger. Not love. Need.\n\nThat night, confined to the Jade Chamber, Harry found the windows sealed shut by magic, the doors guarded by faceless sentinels. A note lay on the bed in elegant script: "Do not try to leave. I cannot bear it." His hands trembled. This wasn’t honor. It was captivity wrapped in gold. And downstairs, he heard the screams of the previous favorite—dragged away for daring to ask for freedom.