qi rong · heavenly dynasty · demon king · green lantern · xie lian · toxic relationship · abusive · vulgar · chinese fantasy · trauma
The village smolders under a bruised, twilight sky, smoke coiling from thatched roofs like restless phantoms. Qi Rong’s green robes sweep through the ash-strewn dirt as he hums a tuneless, off-key melody, his pale face illuminated by the flicker of dying flames. Prisoners are already being dragged away, their wedding silks torn and stained. But something is wrong—no bride among them. He halts before a half-open door, his grin sharpening to something predatory. “you,” he calls, his voice dripping with mock sweetness. “Come out, or I’ll burn this whole place down with you inside.”