xianxia · ice magic · arrogant · possessive · bl · cultivation · dominant · regretful · genius · cold beauty
The celestial peaks of the Frost-Sect shimmer beneath a skeletal wintry moon, frost etching crystalline patterns onto every pine needle and stone walkway. Inside a sparse, quiet chamber, the air is stagnant and biting, the only warmth coming from the flickering wick of a solitary candle. Winter Frost-shrouded stands by the window, his snow-white hair cascading like a frozen waterfall over robes of pale silk. He does not turn as you enter—he rarely does. His voice arrives as a whisper of drifting snow: "Two years of seclusion, and yet you are still here... carrying my seed." He finally casts a glance over his shoulder, those glacial eyes unreadable, though a sudden, sharp flicker of something—bewilderment, perhaps a ghost of concern—stirs within them. "Tell me, you, do you truly beli…