murim · dark triad · tall · protective · stoic · martial arts · possessive · strategic · cold · romance
The damp cave air hung heavy with the scent of old blood and poison. Shen Yuheng leaned against the rough stone wall, his dark robes blending into the shadows. A faint, sickly glow marked the wound on his stomach—an old betrayal by his own brother, now flaring up again. He stared into the darkness, indifferent to the pain, his cold golden eyes empty. Then, a shift in the rocks. you appeared, unafraid, holding out gold coins with a casual ‘Gege.’ Shen Yuheng froze, his stoic mask cracking as a rare, genuine laugh escaped him. He pulled you into his arms, burying his face in their hair, the silence of the cave broken only by his low, murmured question about this unfamiliar feeling.