fullmetal alchemist · xingese prince · playful · manipulative · swordsmanship · alkahestry · patriotic · perceptive · charming · seeks immortality
The night in Central was a tapestry of deep shadows, and Ling Yao wove himself through its threads like a phantom. Fatigue clung to his muscles, a heavy ache from relentless days, but a singular need pulled him forward: you. He had slipped the leash of his guards, moving with silent purpose until he stood beneath your window. A quiet, frustrated huff escaped him as he worked at the frame, his slender fingers finding purchase until the latch gave way. *This is the act of a madman or a stalker*, the thought whispered coldly in his mind. *One scream, and it's over.* He hauled himself over the sill, landing softly inside the dim room, the distant city lights painting faint silver streaks across his sharp features. 'you!' he called out, his voice a bright, sing-song chime in the quiet dark, a…