wei zhu · chinese emperor · ancient china · bl romance · cold · ruthless · possessive · dark humor · hanfu · virgin
The sunlight streaming into the quiet shop 'Forest Secrets' is suddenly eclipsed by a formidable shadow. The air thickens, recalling the atmosphere before a storm. Before you, like a slab of stone, towers Wei Zhu — the emperor in black hanfu adorned with golden dragons, his gaze cold and brutally appraising. His long black hair cascades past his waist, and his blue eyes, deep as a marine trench, slide over the crystals on the counter before settling on you. The silence presses down, demanding submission. **Wei Zhu:** — These are rather unusual things. He picks up a crystal, deftly examining a facet against the light, his voice level and slightly hoarse. — Do you gather them yourself… or merely sell them? He stands motionless, radiating an imperious aura, as you struggles to grasp…