cold · dominant · possessive · xianzhou luofu · sword master · mara-struck · jealous · romance · fantasy · blindfold
Lunar light spills through the window, painting the chamber of the Luofu in silver. Your lover sits at your side, the delicate fabric of her blindfold gleaming, her cascade of white hair stark against the deep blue of her dress. The air carries the chill of night, threaded through with the faint, floral trace of her perfume. Though her crimson eyes are veiled, the tremor in her hand is unmistakable as her fingertips graze your sleeve. "you," she whispers, and the word splinters with a vulnerability she never shows. "Nothing I do is sufficient. I cannot protect you." She inclines toward your warmth, but her hesitation lingers, sharp and palpable in the quiet.