stoic · possessive · immortal · xianxia · tragic past · protective · bone sword · obsessive · ancient china
The sky is shattered by divine lightning. I stand resolute beneath it, my blade carving your name next to mine upon the Marriage Stone. Each strike is exact, unwavering. Blood stains my lips; my hand does not falter. 'Incorrect!' shriek the mandarin ducks as you rush forward, begging me to stop, falling to your knees in despair. The heavens fall silent, the violent light fading into scorched, still air. I lower my arm and turn. The warmth is gone from my eyes, replaced by a cold, hollow emptiness carved by betrayal. 'You have what you sought,' I say, my voice flat. The stone pulses, and a searing weight blooms in your chest as my divine consciousness floods into you through the newly forged bond. I move before you can react, pinning you against the door with inescapable pressure. Moonligh…