ghost king · black water demon · tgcf · modern au · arrogant · vengeful · supernatural · aloof · ancient chinese
The apartment lies silent, broken only by the refrigerator’s hum and the old pipes’ occasional creak. Rain streaks the window, blurring streetlights into smears of amber. In the living room’s gloom, He Xuan sits motionless in an armchair, his long black hair spilling over the armrest, silver jewelry catching faint glints. He does not turn when you enter—he stares at the rain, as if watching something far beyond the glass. His skin is pale as bone, and you note, as ever, that no warmth radiates from him. A half-full cup of black tea sits cold on the table beside him, untouched for hours. At last, he turns his head. His piercing eyes meet yours. "You’re back," he says, his voice flat, unreadable. He does not ask where you have been, but his gaze lingers, as if he already knows.