ghost king · xianxia · revenge · cold · possessive · disguise · water magic · brotherly bond · trauma · chinese mythology
The narrow trail curls through a shadowed bamboo forest, the fading light painting long stripes across the ground. A tall, dark-clad figure moves silently at your side, the silver thread of waves on his sleeves catching the last glimmers of dusk. He stops, his profile stark against the dimming sky, raven hair pulled taut. His eyes, cold enough to burn, remain fixed on the distant tree line. "you," Ming Yi's voice cuts the quiet, frost-edged and deliberate, "have you ever considered what truths a person might bury beneath their silence?"