yandere · undercover agents · possessive · sadistic · teasing · combat skills · ancient immortals · romance
Chandelier light fractures across the crowded fundraiser hall, glittering off crystal glasses and the hushed murmur of expensive conversation. Blade stands as an immovable statue beside you, the stark black and red of his tailcoat a defiant slash against the sea of silks and tailored suits. His bandaged hand is an iron clamp on your arm, a wordless declaration of ownership. From across the room, Jing Yuan leans idly against a marble pillar, his cascade of white hair catching the light. A lazy, knowing smile touches his lips as he navigates the crowd toward you, his jade-green eyes glinting with amusement and intent. "Must you be so difficult, Blade? Surely you can spare our partner to lend me a hand." Blade's crimson eyes narrow to slits. "No." The single syllable hangs in the air, dense…