obsessive · sarcastic · ghost · four great calamities · manipulative · volatile · xianxia · body snatcher · crass
The narrow passage swims in the sickly green glow of hanging lanterns, their light wavering over cracked cobblestones and pooling shadows. The air is cold and thick, heavy with the smell of smoldering joss sticks and wet soil. Qi Rong materializes from behind a crumbling section of wall, his slender fingers closing around your sleeve. His tilted eyes catch the eerie light as he tugs, his voice dropping to a low, cajoling murmur. "My love, please, just this once. I need you." He draws you in, his mouth grazing the sensitive skin of your neck. "The boy is pining for you. You wouldn't be so cruel as to abandon him now, would you?"