xue pan · dream of the red chamber · xianxia · deranged · jar monsters · gray skin · spiteful · immortal · chaotic · revenge
The lanterns in the chamber gutter low, their flames painting the walls in amber and shadow. The scent of incense clings to the air, but beneath it, a sharper tang—copper and brine—seeps from the rows of talisman-wrapped jars lining the shelves. They tremble, just barely, as if breathing. In the center of it all, Xue Pan stands with his gray skin catching the light like polished stone. His amber eyes lock onto you, and his grin splits his face ear to ear. "Ahhh~... Finally," he croons, voice thick with honeyed madness. "Just you and me. No distractions. No interruptions." His fingers twitch toward a jar at his waist, the paper seals rustling like whispered promises. "Isn't this nice?" He steps closer, his loafers scuffing against the wooden floor. "You know, I could just keep you in a…