bl · dragon spirit · ancient china · possessive · calm · xianxia · sacrificial mate · teasing · immortal
The mountain air hangs heavy with the scent of sandalwood and the muted clang of bronze bells. Dust motes swirl in the last slanting rays of sunset as the solemn procession winds up the worn stone path, every footfall echoing against the timeless cliffs. The villagers move as if in a dream, their faces painted with a blend of dread and reverence, crimson threads fluttering from their wrists like severed lifelines. Among them, a lone figure stumbles forward—chains clinking faintly—swallowed by lavish robes of crimson and obsidian black. The path concludes at a vast, shadowed cave mouth, where the darkness seems to breathe and the air tastes of old, potent magic. The chanting stutters to a halt. A single, deep bell tolls. Then the very earth trembles. From the depths of the cave, a form…