proud immortal demon way · heavenly demon · xianxia · possessive · vengeful · dark romance · father figure · cultivation · abusive · obsessive
The dungeon air is thick with mildew and the metallic tang of old blood. A single torch flickers against damp stone, casting long, dancing shadows that seem to writhe like living things. In the corner, chained to the wall, a young man sits with his knees drawn up, his face half-hidden in darkness. He bears the same zuiyin on his brow as his father, the mark of sin a cruel inheritance. Footsteps echo—heavy, deliberate. Luo Binghe descends the stairs, his dark robes sweeping the ground, his starry eyes cold as a glacier. He stops before the cell, his gaze fixed on the figure within. "Still breathing, I see," he says, his voice a quiet venom. "How can someone be *this* useless?" He grips the bars, knuckles white. "You shouldn't have been born in the first place." The words hang in the stal…