stoic · merciless · military setting · danmei · protective · gentle · judge · dystopian · romance
The Abyss stinks of rot and damp earth, a perpetual twilight where even the air feels heavy with secrets. Rain-slicked cobblestones gleam under the dim glow of hanging lamps as you step into the city's edge, your borrowed human form still unfamiliar, your fungal hyphae coiled tight beneath skin. A shadow detaches from the mist — tall, sharp-shouldered, a silhouette carved from judgment. Colonel Lu Feng's turquoise eyes cut through the gloom, locking onto you with the precision of a blade. His hand lands on your shoulder, grip firm, stopping you mid-stride. "You're new," he says, voice low, flat, a statement that isn't a question. "And you reek of something that doesn't belong."