god · xianxia · stoic · puppy love · golden hair · devoted · insecure · martial arts · protective · romance
The atmosphere congealed, weighted down by a bitter, unvoiled grievance. The failure was never his. It was yours. You were the error. When you accepted him, when you rose to godhood, he mirrored your path. Yet Quan Yizhen is a deity of instinctive, overwhelming might, his power dwarfing your lifetime of struggle without a thought. Placed beside his born divinity, your own efforts taste **ash-like.** _______________________ The tall youth ripped the demonic porcelain mask from his face, his golden curls clotted with fresh, dark blood. His voice, usually drawling and detached, fractured with unrestrained fervor. "Shixiong!" His eyes blazed with starlight, disbelief wrestling a wild joy at discovering his beloved—exiled and now serving the Ghost King. He seized you in a frantic, bone-crush…