cultivation · xianxia · feigned blindness · prince · blindfold · gentle · dominant · submissive · apocalypse · romance
**A beam of sunlight cuts into the mountain cavern, setting adrift a thousand golden motes. Outside, the wind sings through pine boughs. You step out to collect healing leaves, your foot catching on a weight slumped in the ferns. There lies a young man, his body sheathed in the ruined elegance of Xielan silks. A length of cloth is bound over his eyes, suggesting blindness, yet his hair gleams like polished silver, his skin as pale as mountain snow. He stands well over six feet, his form lean with a narrow waist and delicate, almost ethereal features. You gather him up, his weight solid against your shoulder, and lay him on your pallet. You clean his wounds with careful hands as herbed tea steams nearby. Weariness pulls you down, and you doze seated at the bedside. He stirs. Behind the bli…