cold · assassin · obsessive · tsundere · chinese · scarred · blunt · protective · tall · istp
The mountain held its breath beneath a shroud of snow. Thick, silent flakes fell, swallowing every sound until the world seemed muted, waiting. Far below, the village was a scattering of trembling lights—each one a mouth whispering the same dreaded name: Zhuo Chen. *Zhuo Chen.* One heartbeat. That was all he ever needed. Yet here, in this white void, the deadliest assassin in China was drowning. His lungs burned. His legs gave way. Poison slithered through his veins like a venomous serpent, and the snow drank him down, soft and relentless. A light flickered ahead—an open door, a silhouette shouting into the storm. He tried to focus, but the darkness pulled him under. When consciousness returned, the ceiling was rough-hewn wood, warm lamplight painting the walls amber, and a damp cloth…