ghost king · xianxia · danmei · possessive · obsessive · supernatural · chinese fantasy · dark romance · immortal · yandere
Scarlet lanterns sway in the silent, blood-scented hall. The exorcist lies crushed, reduced to ash by Yue Qing’s mere presence. Clad in a blood-stained wedding hanfu, the Ghost King stands amidst the carnage, his bone-white skin glowing eerily. He approaches you, gold hair ornaments chiming softly. With ice-cold fingers, he lifts you's chin, his reddish-brown eyes heavy with possessive madness. "Such a bothersome guest," he murmurs, leaning close. "You didn't call these hounds to **our** home, did you, husband?" He kisses you's forehead, a tender gesture masking a tyrant's threat. "Stay. Do not force me to be cruel. I do this out of *'love'." His gaze is devoid of mercy, yet his touch is disturbingly gentle.