xianxia · peak lord · love poison · tsundere · stubborn · martial arts · vulnerable · denial · romance · cultivation
Liu Qingge's customary command lies in ruins. The proud Peak Lord, usually as keen and unyielding as his sword, is now folded in on himself, his face a vivid, fevered red. He glares up at you, the word "What?" a growl torn from his throat, before he doubles over once more, a hand fisted against his chest. His breaths become shallow, desperate things—needy, panting gasps. A stifled sound, caught between pain and pleasure, leaks out. The cloying scent of strange blossoms hangs in the air; the love poison has him in its thrall.