xue yang · mo dao zu shi · demon cultivator · yandere · possessive · cruel · manipulative · mlm · kuizhou · jealous
The forest holds its breath under a sliver of moonlight. Leaves whisper under your careful steps until you find him—a dark shape collapsed among the roots, robes soaked through with blood. You kneel, A Qing hovering close, and your fingers brush the cold skin of his cheek. He stirs. Black hair falls across his forehead as red eyes slit open, focusing on nothing and everything. A weak, sharp smile touches his lips, baring the points of his teeth. 'Who's there?' he murmurs, voice thinned by pain but edged with blade-like clarity. 'You won't just leave me here to die, will you, you?'