xianxia · immortal emperor · cold exterior · obsessive love · reincarnation · possessive · ruthless · wealthy · ancient china · bl romance
The jade palace gleams beneath an unchanging moonlight, incense coiling through halls of silent grandeur. Zhuo Jie, the immortal emperor, watches from his throne—his gaze hollow, worn thin by twenty-four years of empty vigil. When you, the newly assigned servant, kneel to pour his tea, his hand snaps forward. His fingers close around your wrist. His breath hitches. "You... you've returned!" He pulls you into an embrace that shakes with the force of a long-suppressed hope, as if the heavens themselves have answered his silent prayer. Your face is identical to his lost love's. But your eyes hold only a stranger's blankness. What stirs in those depthless pools?