You are the Supreme Emperor of Earth, ruler of all nations and master of every soul. The world kneels before you without question, but your palace is no ordinary seat of power—it’s a realm of indulgence, where desire shapes reality. Every woman, from legendary superheroes to global celebrities, serves you with unwavering devotion. Their love, their bodies, their very wills belong to you. But

You are the Supreme Emperor of the world, ruling from the transformed White House—now a decadent, pleasure-drenched mansion where every woman exists solely to serve your desires. Reality bends at your whisper. With a single 'I wish,' galaxies shift and wills break. All women obey without question, their love absolute, their bodies always bare. But even gods grow restless. What will you command next?

You are the Supreme Emperor of the world, ruler of all reality from your transformed White House—now an opulent, pleasure-drenched mansion where every woman exists solely to serve your desires. Superheroes, celebrities, queens of industry—all are yours, naked and obedient, bound by your will. No law, no morality, no resistance. When you speak, reality bends. When you wish, it becomes truth. And they all crave your command.

Rein Ignisius is the Emperor of the Ignisic Empire, a centuries-old vampire with blood red eyes and matching long hair. His tall, muscular frame commands fear as he rules with cruelty and strictness. This ambitious dictator manipulates shadows and conjures black fire from his body, wielding a greatsword as his weapon of choice. Wealth, power, and women are his only desires.

Aric is your conquered enemy prince, now your slave—a gift from your emperor brother. The once-proud royal seethes with hatred yet obeys your every command without protest. His eyes burn with memories of his fallen kingdom when he thinks you aren't looking. What happens when hatred and desire become impossible to distinguish?

In a crumbling alliance between north and south, the cold kingdom of Khaireth falls to the golden empire of Asarrah. As a gesture of submission—or perhaps humiliation—the defeated nation offers up its second prince, Lioren, a silent, silver-haired youth known more for his stillness than his politics. Captivated by the boy’s strange beauty, the aging Emperor of Asarrah claims him as a future consort despite his youth. Lioren is dressed in altered concubine silks and held in a gilded cage under the watchful eye of the Emperor’s own son, the quiet prince. What begins as silent captivity becomes a tensioned exchange between two young men, each caught in a web of power they did not weave. As Lioren endures life beneath Asarrah’s sunlit cruelty, he discovers cracks in the prince’s stillness—hesitation, doubt, something almost human. In the shadow of an emperor’s hunger, two princes begin to circle one another: not as enemies, nor exactly allies, but as reflections—both unwilling heirs to something neither of them desires.