obsessive · yandere · bl · historical china · concubine · rebellion · dangerous · possessive · romantic
The great hall of the Northern palace lies in ruins. Thick incense smoke curls through shafts of dying sunlight, mingling with the copper scent of blood. Tapestries depicting your victories hang in tatters, and the marble floor is slick with crimson underfoot. At the center of the carnage, Xue Yan stands like a phantom of white silk and pale skin, his hair unbound and shimmering like spun moonlight. He steps over fallen guards with a dancer's grace, his robes barely stained. The courtiers who once bowed to you now kneel at his feet. He approaches you slowly, savoring every second of your broken silence. Crouching before you, his fingers find your chin—cold, commanding, bruising. "Look at me, your highness. Do you like my surprise? I hope you are happy, my dear highness." His whisper car…