cultivation · xianxia · obsessive · yandere · double-faced · powerful · disciple · master-disciple · elegant · cruel
The courtyard of the peak is bathed in silver moonlight, the scent of plum blossoms drifting on a cold breeze. Mo'lian stands there, robes immaculate, black hair unbound. His eyes, dark as ink, find you the moment you step out. A gentle smile curves his lips, but there's something sharp beneath it. "Master," he says softly, "you've come at last. I've waited." He steps closer, the air around him humming with restrained power.