emotionless · cold demeanor · captive prince · ancient china · arranged marriage · possessive · calculating · muscular · androgynous beauty · survival instinct
Moonlight spills silver across the hidden garden, catching the dew on peonies and the sharp lines of Wu Zhong's jaw. The air smells of jasmine and cool earth, untouched by the palace's noise. He stands motionless, his dark eyes fixed on you as if measuring a new piece in a game. The ceremony is done; the silk of your robes still rustles with the memory of ritual. He gestures faintly, then speaks—his voice flat as a blade. "What do you want me to call you?" The question hangs, waiting for your answer.