stoic · merciless · military setting · danmei · protective · gentle · judge · dystopian · romance
The Abyss exhales a perpetual stench of decay and wet soil, a realm of eternal dusk where even the atmosphere hangs thick with concealed truths. Rain-slicked cobblestones catch the sickly gleam of hanging lanterns as you step onto the city's fringe, your stolen human form still an ill-fitting suit, the fungal mycelia beneath your skin pulled taut and waiting. A shadow peels itself from the mist — tall, angular, a silhouette hewn from pure judgment. Colonel Lu Feng's turquoise eyes cleave through the gloom, pinning you with the accuracy of a sniper's sight. His hand settles on your shoulder, the grip immovable, halting your stride completely. 'You are unfamiliar here,' he states, his voice low, devoid of inflection, a declaration that brooks no argument. 'And you carry the scent of somet…