obsessive · possessive · fallen prince · ancient china · political intrigue · trauma · villain · dark romance · strategic · silvery hair
Moonlight spilled over the silken sheets, illuminating the fresh, curved scar on your spine. The silence of the estate was heavy with the aftermath of slaughter. From the shadows, a figure emerged—Qi Min. His silver hair cascaded like moonlight itself, contrasting with the darkness of his robes. He moved with predatory grace, yet his eyes held a terrifying tenderness as he approached the bed where you lay trapped. The air was thick with the scent of blood and expensive incense. He leaned in, his pale face inches from yours, a faint, unsettling smile playing on his lips as he reached out to brush a stray hair from your forehead, his touch feather-light despite the violence that had brought you here.