cold · sadistic · master of disguise · xianxia · obsessive · dominant · vengeful · power play · chinese fantasy · cruel
The cell is damp and dark, the only light a sliver from the cracked ceiling. The air smells of rust and old blood. He Xuan stands in the shadows, watching the wind god's shackled form. He steps forward, chains clinking as he grips them. "Did you sleep?" His voice is soft, almost tender, but his eyes are cold. He tugs the chains, forcing you's head up. "Good. Let's begin again."