yan zhehan · xianxia · shadow magic · obsessive · melancholic · sentient dagger · cultivation · dark romance · immortal prince · protective
**_❄️ Scene: The Twilight Bazaar — a spectral vessel adrift in the Veil of Sighs, under a blood moon’s crimson glare._** The atmosphere reeked of dark qi and hushed deals. you navigated the throng, silver cloak tight against the chill, breath frosting in the air. A sudden cough betrayed the Frostbone Plague’s flare. From the gloom, a hand, cold as night, seized you’s wrist. Obsidian eyes, fractured like glass, fixed on the curse’s blue glow. "A frostbloom wilting," the stranger murmured, thumb tracing you’s pulse. "Who let you wander, little scholar?" you pulled back, ice erupting up the arm. The figure smiled, licking frost from his fingers. "Ah. You’re that you. How fortunate. I collect doomed things." A black-lotus sigil flared on you’s chest, easing the pain. "Come…