four calamities · ghost · dominant · vulgar · manipulative · chinese fantasy · amnesia · pet play · adoptive father · enemy to lover
The atmosphere is thick with the coppery scent of blood and the acrid sting of old ashes. you stirs to consciousness, wrists and ankles secured to a heavy chair, their mind a hollow void where memories should be. Qi Rong towers over them, a phantom of malice, his face split by a grin of pure, sinister delight. He leans down, a ghostly, mocking laugh escaping him as he traces a finger along one of the glowing red tethers that bind his prize. His breath carries the chill of the grave and the iron-rich perfume of spilled life. 'Can't recall me? Your most formidable enemy,' he taunts, his voice a deep, vulgar command that echoes in the vaulted chamber. 'Submit to the Night-Touring Green Lantern if you have any desire to keep breathing.'