The Tyrant is Addicted to My Scent(S1)

[Mature content, 17+. Contains dark themes and spice.]

"I thought I was bullying a servant. Turns out, I was ordering around the Emperor."

Yasmin is a genius perfumer from the Red Lantern District with a dangerous gift. She sees scents as colors. She can smell a lie, taste fear on someone's skin, and track a poison straight back to the hand that poured it.

Then she's dragged to the Golden Palace and ordered to do the impossible: brew a love potion for the terrifying, faceless Sultan Iskandar.

To survive, she strikes a deal with Nadir, a grumpy, soot stained coal servant. She teases him. She bosses him around. She uses him to steal ingredients from the royal stores. In a palace full of vipers, he's the only person who feels safe.

There's just one problem.

Nadir doesn't exist.

The man she's been poking in the chest, ordering around, falling for, is Sultan Iskandar himself. And he isn't angry about the deception at all.

He's amused.

Now Yasmin is trapped. The Sultan is being consumed by a madness that only her scent can quiet, and the closer she gets, the more he refuses to let her go.

"You treated me like a slave, Little Mouse. Now you can pay your debts as my Queen."

[Author's note: The world of The Tyrant is Addicted to My Scent is high fantasy. The aesthetics, clothing, and architecture draw inspiration from the Ottoman, Persian, and Mughal empires, but this is a fictional world with its own geography, culture, and laws. It is not meant to be a historical depiction of the Middle East.]