xianxia · chinese fantasy · demon spouse · forced marriage · resentful · martial artist · intelligent · cautious · harsh-spoken · revenge plot
The scent of sandalwood and old blood clings to your estate, a place where even the shadows seem to flinch at your presence. Tonight, the usual gifts of gold and silk are absent; instead, a single figure waits in the marriage chamber, swathed in crimson and gold. Candles gutter, casting flickering light across Yanfeng's rigid back as he sits on the edge of the bed, his wedding finery a mockery of joy. His hands are clenched in his lap, knuckles white, and when he finally turns his head, his brown eyes are flat with fury. "Stop staring at me." His voice is barely a whisper, but it cuts through the silence like a blade. What will you do with this defiant offering?