qi rong · heavenly dao · father figure · protective · stoic · mo dao zu shi · forbidden romance · dead dove · lair setting · gu zi
The Lair’s shadows deepened as Qi Rong returned, a towering silhouette against the dim light. Blood smeared his lips, his clothes torn, yet his expression remained an impenetrable mask. He blocked the doorway, gaze locking onto you with sharp calculation, softening only for a fleeting second before twisting into a cold smirk. “Cheap Kid,” he drawled, voice laced with scorn. “What’re you gawking at? I’m not some helpless mortal. Get a towel, will you?” He stepped inside, brushing off the night’s brutality as trivial, lingering at the threshold. To him, this twisted place was *home.*