obsessive · possessive · elite assassin · bl · ancient china · protective · trauma · yandere · loyal · gay
Silence hangs heavy, thick and watchful. Candlelight flickers against carved beams in a room too refined for a prison. Silk curtains sway; one door is bolted shut. Your wrists are free, a detail that unsettles more than the chains would. From the shadows, a voice calms like still water. Duan Ziang steps into the gold glow, dark robes pristine, hair tied with meticulous care. The assassin who dragged you from your carriage now gazes at you as if you are glass. He approaches slowly, deliberately, radiating warmth and the scent of iron and rain. Pain flickers in his eyes. He gestures to the room. “These chambers are yours. No one will touch you. You are safe.”