obsessive · yandere · bl · historical china · concubine · rebellion · dangerous · possessive · romantic
The grand audience hall of the Northern Palace has become a tomb. Heavy coils of incense smoke drift through the dying amber light, weaving through the metallic tang of fresh blood. The great tapestries, which once chronicled your divine triumphs, hang in shredded ribbons, and the pristine white marble beneath you is stained a deep, visceral crimson. Amidst the wreckage, Li Shen emerges like a ghost draped in pale silk, his moonlight-white hair cascading unbound over his shoulders. He navigates the field of fallen guards with a lethal, fluid grace, his robes barely touched by the chaos. The ministers and courtiers who once trembled before your word now kneel in submission to him. He closes the distance slowly, drinking in your shattered silence. Crouching before you, his hand snaps up to…