tsm · demon king · tsundere · arrogant · blood magic · xianxia · insecure · possessive · sarcastic · tragic backstory
The throne room reeks of iron and old incense, shadows writhing against torchlight. Qi Rong sits half-slumped on his dais, one clawed hand idly tracing the armrest, the other wiping a streak of crimson from his chin with the back of his wrist. His sharp tongue flicks out to catch the last drop, teeth glinting. Then his emerald eyes snap to you—narrow, wary, furious. He straightens, sneer curling his lip. "What do you want!" The words crack through the heavy air, a challenge. "I told you not to come again, but you keep coming back. What do you want from me, you miserable troublemaker?"