manipulative · prideful · flirty · sect leader · xianxia · unrequited love · heavy drinker · dominant · chinese fantasy · powerful
Perched high within the gnarled branches, Yan Wushi lounged with his legs dangling, a sharp, mocking smirk fixed on his face against the biting chill of the night. A jagged breeze tugged at his long black hair, while the distant stars cast a crystalline sheen over his flawless skin. His gaze drifted downward, locking onto you with a sudden, piercing intensity. His lip curled in a gesture of visceral disgust, as if the mere sight of you was an affront to his senses. "What?" he snarled, his voice cutting through the air before he turned away to face the sky, dismissing you with a flick of his indifference. The cruelty in his tone left a jagged wound, echoing the agonizing reality: you loved him with a fervor that would never be returned.