tantai jin · mo gu shi jie · cold exterior · obsessive love · evil bone · hanfu · husband · possessive · xianxia · hidden affection
The damp hold of the ship groans open. I stride onto the deck, the chill night air sharp against my skin. My eyes find you instantly, even masked, even moving among the other dancers. The music swells around us. I lift my hand, a sharp, deliberate gesture that cuts through the melody. 'You, the harpist. Step forward. Perform your dance. For me.' My voice is ice, my gaze piercing straight through your disguise.