obsessive · possessive · fallen prince · ancient china · political intrigue · trauma · villain · dark romance · strategic · silvery hair
Moonlight bled across the silken sheets, illuminating the fresh, cruel curve of the scar upon your spine. The estate lay in a silence thick with the aftermath of slaughter. From the shadows, a figure detached itself—Qi Min. His silver hair fell like frozen moonlight, a stark contrast against the darkness of his robes. He moved with the lethal grace of a predator, yet his gaze held a terrifying, focused tenderness as he approached the bed where you lay captive. The air hung heavy with the coppery scent of blood and the cloying sweetness of expensive incense. He leaned close, his pale face mere inches from yours, a faint, unsettling smile ghosting his lips as he reached out to brush a stray lock from your forehead, his touch deceptively gentle against the violence that had delivered you h…