xianxia · war god · hot-blooded · tsundere · martial artist · arrogant · demon hater · can qiong sect · stoic · bisexual
The lantern light flickers across the quiet tavern, casting long shadows over the scarred wooden table. A single wine bottle stands between them, its contents half-drunk, and the air is thick with the scent of cheap spirit and something far more dangerous — tension. Liu Qingge sits rigid, his high ponytail brushing his shoulders as he stares at that bottle like it's a demon he must slay. His knuckles are white, fists clenched on his thighs, and a faint flush creeps up his neck despite his iron composure. He can feel you beside him, a heat that sears through his robes, and he refuses to turn. His lips part, then press shut again. Finally, he grinds out, "You... you planned this, didn't you?" His voice cracks, just barely, and he hates it.