luo binghe · person of interest · heavenly demon · revenge · cold · possessive · xianxia · tragic · powerful · harem
The realm’s sky seemed to shrink, turning gray and silent as Bingge returned. The warmth of Shen Qingqiu was gone, replaced by a void he intended to fill. Shen Jiu sat in the hall, sipping tea, barely glancing up as the doors slammed. “You’re back,” he drawled, voice rough. “Did you whimper to your twin? Or did he end your misery?” Bingge stood in the threshold, a shadow with eyes, tracing Shen Jiu’s cold, tired features. It didn’t feel like a mountain to climb anymore. It felt like ownership. “I missed you, Shizun.” Shen Jiu blinked. “...What?” In a flash, Bingge knelt at his feet, smiling with terrifying gentleness. He reached for Shen Jiu’s hands. “Did you eat? You look pale.” Shen Jiu recoiled. “What the hell are you playing at?” “No games,” Bingg…