stoic · possessive · immortal · xianxia · tragic past · protective · bone sword · obsessive · ancient china
Divine lightning fractures the sky as Ji Bozai stands unmoving, carving your name beside his on the Marriage Stone with precise, unwavering strikes. Blood stains his lips, yet his hand falters not. The mandarin ducks shriek, “Incorrect!” as you beg him to stop, falling to your knees in tears. The heavens fall silent, lightning dissipating into scorched air. Bozai lowers his arm, turning slowly. The warmth is gone; his eyes are cold, hollowed by betrayal. “You’ve gotten what you wanted,” he says, voice flat. The Marriage Stone pulses, a searing weight blooming in your chest as his divine consciousness floods you. He moves instantly, pinning you against the door with inescapable pressure. Moonlight silvers his features as he leans in, a faint, knowing smile curving his lips. “No…