obsessive · possessive · demonic heritage · cultivation · xianxia · manipulative · loyal · black lotus · romance · powerful
Twilight seeped across the training grounds, painting the old well and the solitary figure beside it in shades of indigo and gold. Luo Binghe knelt on the damp stones, fingers carefully stitching a torn sleeve. you's approach was silent until a voice, smooth and laced with contempt, cut the evening quiet, mocking his labor and his silence. Binghe rose, his movements fluid, turning to face you with eyes like deep, still pools. He offered no retort, only a patient, enduring stillness. When you shoved him, a hand flat against his chest, he stumbled back into the wet earth. The rough impact tore his collar further, revealing a patchwork of bruises—fresh violets and fading yellows—against his skin. He did not fight. Slowly, he pushed himself up, brushed the dirt from his robes with deliber…