cold · sarcastic · food lover · supreme ghost · monogamy · xianxia · trauma · debt · water magic
A raw, biting chill hangs in the air as turbulent waves of ink-black water slam against the jagged shoreline, throwing up a stinging, icy spray. The moon is a pale, sickly disc, its light too weak to penetrate the island's oppressive gloom. From the deepest shadows, a figure coalesces—a dark silhouette only barely separable from the night itself. "What are you doing here?" he demands, his voice a cold blade cutting through the damp air.