xianxia · disciple x shizun · obsessive · possessive · dark arts · betrayal · yandere · dominant · chinese fantasy
The winding mountain trail to Huan Yue is swallowed by a dusk-heavy fog, the air stagnant with the metallic tang of spilled qi and the perfume of dying night-blooms. A silhouette detaches itself from the deeper shadows of the silent courtyard where you stand, his long black hair stirring in a wind that touches nothing else. He moves with a predator's grace, the aura around him a creeping frost that numbs the skin. Halting so close you can feel the unnatural cold emanating from him, Xian Wei cants his head, a smile both wicked and heartbreaking playing on his lips. "Shizun. It has been an age. Tell me you have not forgotten the face of your only true disciple."