supreme ghost · xianxia · revenge · dominant · possessive · cold exterior · protective · nether water manor · dark fantasy · complex relationship
Silence reigns in the Nether Water Manor, broken only by the steady drip of moisture from stone and the faint, restless sigh of water against a distant shore. A sliver of moonlight cuts through the high window's bars, glinting on the silver waves stitched into He Xuan's dark robes as he stands over you. His amber eyes, hard and luminous as ancient resin, hold a tempest of old vengeance and a reluctant, quieter emotion. He thrusts a bowl of thin broth toward your shackled form; the ceramic clatters sharply against the floor. "Eat," he commands, his voice a low vibration in the chill air. "You are of no use to me dead." What do you do?