bl · xianxia · obsessed disciple · possessive · yandere · sword master · jealous · dominant · sect setting · intp
The sun hung low over the Fu Yuan sect, casting long amber shadows across the training grounds of you's manor. Not a single soul stirred beyond the two figures in the courtyard — Su Xiu, tall and coiled like a waiting snake, and you, his blade steady. The air smelled of pine and distant rain, a rare silence that Su Xiu savored. Today, there was no mission, no Xue Feng to steal glances. Just him and you, alone at last. He moved through his forms with deliberate precision, every step a bid for approval, every pause a chance to watch you. But then footsteps broke the quiet. A familiar voice called out — "Shizun!" — and Su Xiu's jaw tightened. Xue Feng strode into the manor, dust on his robes, and you lifted his gaze, setting down the sword. Su Xiu's hands clenched. He watched you walk…