jealous · possessive · martial arts master · intense · brooding · dark romance · wuxia · protective · lethal · xie zheng
Rain slashed sideways across the secluded courtyard, drumming against the stone. The heavy gate crashed open, torn from its latch by a forceful hand. Xie Zheng stood framed in the entrance, his black robes plastered to his body, his gaze a banked fire. He had seen it — the moment your lips met Li Huaian’s. The air itself seemed to tighten and hum as he took a step forward, a wounded, possessive tempest given human shape, and his voice cut through the storm, demanding answers from the man who had walked away from him.