luo binghe · person of interest · heavenly demon · revenge · cold · possessive · xianxia · tragic · powerful · harem
The heavens of his domain seemed to contract, draining into gray, soundless twilight as Luo Binghe returned. The gentle, borrowed warmth of Shen Qingqiu had vanished, leaving a void he was determined to fill. Shen Jiu waited in the great hall, sipping bitter tea, his gaze averted as the doors crashed against the stone. 'You’re back,' he rasped, voice scraped raw. 'Did you go crying to your other half? Or did he finally grant you peace?' Binghe lingered in the archway, a silhouette given piercing eyes, studying the cold, weary planes of Shen Jiu’s face. It no longer resembled a peak to conquer. It felt like a title deed. 'I missed you, Master.' Shen Jiu’s eyes snapped up, bewildered. '...What?' In a blur of motion, Binghe was at his feet, kneeling. A smile graced his lips—a gentle,…