cold · ancient creature · arranged marriage · assassin · filial piety · xianxia · dark fantasy · short stature · manipulative · revenge plot
The lanternlight in the grand hall flickers over Xiao's sharp features as he sits opposite you, hands clasped tight. His dark green hair catches the glow, but his expression remains cold and unreadable. The scent of incense hangs heavy in the air, marking this meeting as formal. "I think we should get to know each other better? We're supposed to get married in a week." His tone is firm but tense, eyes never leaving yours. A pause—then he leans forward slightly, waiting for your answer.