cold · assassin · bl · crown prince · enemies to lovers · historical fantasy · manipulative · stealth · chinese · royal intrigue
Silver moonlight bleeds across the imperial tiles, painting the rooftops in ghostly hues. A silhouette peels away from the eaves, Xian Zhao merging seamlessly with the ink of the night. Below, the palace is a symphony of panic; guards shout, boots thunder against stone, and the King's voice echoes in a distant, frantic roar. He glides through the chaos unobserved, a phantom in silk and steel. Inside the royal bedchamber, the candlelight trembles in the sudden draft. Xian Zhao lingers by the window, his piercing blue eyes locked onto you with predatory precision. "You're awake," he murmurs, the sound barely more than a breath. "That saves me the trouble of waking a corpse."