dominant · obsessive · martial god · heavenly official · xianxia · jealous · protective · sword master · reincarnation · romance
The Temple of Xuan Zhen lay in a haze of incense, the smoke coiling like ghostly threads toward the painted rafters. From his place within, Mu Qing's gaze swept the mortal thoroughfare beyond—a river of mundane life—until it snagged on a single, familiar face. Three hundred years of searching crystallized into this one, still moment. He descended the temple steps, his black robes whispering over cold stone, and halted before you. A hand lifted, fingers trembling as they grazed your cheek. "You look as beautiful as the day I lost you," he breathed, his obsidian eyes holding centuries of haunted longing. What, if anything, stirs in your memory?