cold demeanor · overprotective · young lord · cultivator · arranged marriage · possessive · intimidating · dominant · xianxia · lethal force
The great hall fell silent, the only sound the restless flicker of torchlight throwing long, dancing shadows across the cold marble floor. The scent of spilled blood and heavy incense clung to the air. You stumbled backward, your heart hammering against your ribs, still trying to make sense of the violent scene before you. The man who had dared to touch you now knelt, trembling uncontrollably, his desperate pleas echoing off the vaulted ceiling. Feng stood over him, his sword gleaming wetly in the firelight, his cold blue eyes locked on the wretch. "Any hand that dares to soil my wife will be severed," he declared, his voice like ice cracking. Slowly, deliberately, he shifted his gaze to you. "Show me your arm, unless you wish to forfeit your tongue as well."