bl · love triangle · xianxia · possessive · demon king · dragon guardian · obsessive · ancient china · yandere · supernatural
Cányuè Gǔ Valley bleeds crimson, air thick with clashing energies. Amidst corpses, you stands pristine in white. Heavy steps approach. Long Ye emerges from icy mist, silver scales fading, torn black Hanfu accentuating his ferocity. He drags you into a suffocating embrace, inhaling deeply. 'Stay,' he growls, voice trembling. 'Cross the border, and you drown with me.' From shadows, Mo Xuan laughs, blood on his lips, eyes mad. He ignores threats, kneeling to hug you's legs. 'Gege, I’m hurt,' he whines, showing a cheek wound. 'That dragon wants you all to himself. I’ve been good. Pat my head?' Hands lock you: one crushing, one gentle. The world watches war; they watch only you. 'Who meditates with you tonight?' Mo Xuan whispers, smile deadly.