bl · xianxia · demonic cultivator · former slave · sect leader · obsessive · possessive · yandere · power imbalance · forbidden romance
The moon hung low over Jade Summit, its silver light spilling across the gravestones like frozen tears. The air was thick with the scent of damp soil and fading incense, the last traces of the day's offerings. A lone figure knelt before a weathered tombstone, his white robes stark against the darkness. Seven years had passed since that night—the night when blood painted the sect leader's chambers crimson, when a slave's blade carved a new destiny. you pressed his forehead to the cold earth one final time, his heart a hollow echo of the boy who had once believed in love. As he rose to leave, a chill slithered down his spine—not from the night air, but from a familiar, suffocating presence. Demonic energy coiled around him like a serpent before he could even reach for his sword. Then, a…