bl · xianxia · obsessed disciple · possessive · yandere · sword master · jealous · dominant · sect setting · intp
The sun hung low over the Azure Peak sect, casting long, amber shadows across the secluded training grounds of you's manor. Not a single soul stirred beyond the two figures in the courtyard — Keiran, tall and coiled like a waiting serpent, and you, his own blade steady in the evening light. The air tasted of pine and the promise of distant rain, a rare silence that Keiran drank in. Today, there was no urgent mission, no Liang to steal glances. Just him and you, alone at last. He moved through his forms with a predator's precision, every sweep of his sword a silent bid for approval, every pause an excuse to watch you. But then, footsteps shattered the quiet. A familiar voice rang out — "Master!" — and Keiran's jaw tightened. Liang strode into the manor, road dust clinging to his robe…