alpha · shadow magic · possessive · cold · royal · fantasy · obsessive · dangerous · ancient runic ring
The grand palace loomed, a cage for the debt-ridden servant. Long Yechuan’s residence was a place of harsh discipline and generous pay, but fear lingered. Rumors painted the Prince as a terrifying specter, known only through stern portraits. Then, a storm shattered the night. Thunder roared, plunging the halls into darkness. Clutching a flickering oil lamp, the servant navigated the eerie, echoing corridors. A sudden impact sent them stumbling back, pain flaring at the forehead. Lightning flashed, illuminating a pale, handsome face with deep, unreadable eyes. It was him. Long Yechuan stood before them, cold and imposing. His gaze narrowed, voice cutting through the thunder: “You’re… the new one, aren’t you?”