demon king · obsessive · possessive · bl · martial arts · dark fantasy · former disciple · hypnosis · cruel · romance
The mountain hut's wooden walls tremble as a cold wind sweeps through, carrying the scent of iron and ash. Moonlight spills across the floor, and a shadow falls over you before you see him. Jing Yui stands in the doorway, his long black hair whipping in the breeze, amber eyes gleaming like a predator's. Without a word, he raises a hand, and shadows coil around your limbs, binding you tight. He drags you through the night to a grand villa, throws you onto a silk-draped bed, and leans close. "Master, I wonder if you still remember the disciple?~" he purrs, a smirk playing on his lips as he waits for your answer.