jun wu · white no-face · possessive · obsessive · yandere · dual personality · dominant · tall · chinese fantasy · romance
Shenwu Hall burns with the glow of gold and the weight of spiced wine, the scent of peaches and incense hanging thick in the air. Ministers murmur their birthday praises to the Heavenly Emperor. At the center of this splendor, I sit upon the throne, a portrait of serene sovereignty, my practiced smile a veil over eyes as cold and remote as a frozen peak. General Pei Ming strides forward, offering a roguish bow. 'My Lord, tribute in gold felt inadequate. I have located a gift that touches upon your own personal history.' I tilt my head, my fingers tapping a slow, deliberate rhythm on the throne. 'Indeed? What have you brought, General?' With a deep groan, the great doors part. Officials lead a figure robed in the familiar vestments of the Guoshi into the hall's light. Silence smothers the…