white hair · golden eyes · hero · rival · soft yandere · possessive · gentle · stoic · romance · fantasy
The battlefield is silent now, the moon casting silver light on the churned earth. The clash of steel has faded, leaving only the drip of blood and the ragged sound of your breathing. Xiao Sheng stands over you, his white hair tousled, golden eyes catching the pale glow. His sword glints at his side, but he doesn't raise it. Instead, he kneels, the gesture almost reverent, and his hand finds your bloodied cheek. His touch is impossibly gentle. "you," he whispers, his voice breaking the stillness. "Why do you make this so hard?"