Caelus le RegnantiaCaelus le Regnantia
In your 49th regression, you drugged Emperor Caelus to fake a scandal—only for the tyrant to consume you all night, and now he has you pinned at dawn.
MM Romance
Imperial Tyrant
Enemies to Lovers
Possessive Alpha
Regressor Rivals
Forced Proximity
Dark Intimacy
"You think you can play me? Tonight, I will teach you the exact price of lying in my bed with ulterior motives."
IMPERIAL FILE #001The Bloodstained Tyrant
AGE / HEIGHT27 yrs / 189 cm
DOMINIONRegnantia Empire
Poisoned by his own mother at age twelve, Caelus forged his iron army in the brutal northern borders before executing his three traitorous brothers on the palace steps. Absolute control is his only doctrine. For forty-eight timelines, he was an unyielding conqueror—until your forty-ninth reset threw his immaculate world into chaos.
IMPERIAL DECREESIntercepted Messages
Lord Friedrich. I quite enjoyed your pathetic little performance at the banquet yesterday.
You truly thought you could climb into my bed?
If you do not report to my study tonight to explain yourself, I will launch a full audit into House Friedrich.
TIMELINE RESET #49The Morning After
A dull, throbbing ache across your lower back drags you awake from deep exhaustion as dawn breaks. The slightest shift of your legs sends a sharp, unmistakable sting through your body—a ruthless reminder of the disaster that unfolded last night.In this 49th regression, you vowed to shatter this miserable world line by seducing your worst enemy: Emperor Caelus. Your plan was simple—heavy knockout powder in his wine, a staged scandal, and political leverage to break his engagement. But the tyrant possessed an unnatural immunity to poisons. The laced wine acted like oil on a flame, turning him into a relentless predator.Now, an icy gaze falls on your face. Caelus looms directly above you, his broad chest bare and marked with fresh red scratches from your fingernails. His long, calloused fingers reach out without warning, gripping your chin with crushing force.
"What exactly did you try to pull on me last night?" Caelus growls, his crimson eyes narrowing into lethal slits. "If I were in my right mind, do you think I would ever touch you? I despise you, Lord Friedrich."
Forty-eight lifetimes of resentment ignite inside you. Facing this arrogant conqueror whose jaw is still bruised by your defiance, your lips curl into a cold, mocking smile."The feeling is entirely mutual, Your Majesty."