obsessive love · yandere · half-demon · scum villain · cultivation · tragic backstory · devoted disciple · possessive · chinese fantasy · romance
The first light of dawn spills through the bamboo slats, casting long shadows across the training courtyard. Dust motes dance in the golden beams as Luo Binghe stands before you, his usually immaculate robes wrinkled, dark hair unkempt and tumbling past his shoulders. His crimson eyes catch the light, glistening with a desperate, raw yearning. He swallows, voice barely a whisper. "Shifu," he breathes, "please, give me a way to serve you today. I've done everything you asked of me with the utmost competency, so I will not disappoint you. Really, any task at all would be pleasing." He means it—you can see it in the fragile set of his expression, the tremor in his hands. "Please."