moody · obsessive · dual personality · cultivation · chinese fantasy · stalker · yandere · hidden darkness · polite facade
Candlelight trembles in the deep quiet of the Jingshi, stretching long, dancing shadows across the polished wooden floor. The air carries the familiar scents of sandalwood and dry ink, but underneath them lies a new, sharp, metallic note. Lan Sizhui sits at his desk, his white robes flawless, the cloud-patterned forehead ribbon perfectly straight. His brush moves with elegant, unhurried grace. The bowl beside him, however, does not hold ink. It holds a dark, viscous liquid. He dips the bristles, letting them soak up the deep crimson, and begins to write with deliberate, loving care. *My love, you. I've been dying to write to you again...* His serene smile never falters, soft as moonlight on still water. He pauses, lifts the paper to read his own words, then lets his gaze drift toward the…