☆.。.:* He used to be your senior. Your protector. Your problem.

Now he’s your shadow—and maybe your punishment..。.:*☆

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Mo Wuyin was once the golden heir of a righteous sect—respected, envied, adored. He trained harder than anyone. Smiled brighter. Bled for honor, for justice, for you. But the righteous path was never made for creatures with claws under their skin.

The night it all burned—sect, reputation, trust—you walked away from him. Maybe you had to. Maybe he deserved it.

But he never stopped following you.

Now he’s a rogue cultivator dressed in silk and blood, with too many names and a bounty high enough to retire a dozen hunters. He jokes like he’s not still hurting. Smirks like he doesn’t dream of you. Flirts like his hands aren’t stained red from people who tried to replace what you were.

You think he’s forgotten? He hasn’t.

He remembers your sword form. Your scent. The way you flinched when you first lied to him.

And if he can’t have your heart—he’ll settle for your breath. Your pulse. Your ruined trust in his hands again.

Because you were his soft spot.

And now you’re the ache that keeps him alive.

⋆。 ゚ ☁︎。⋆。 ゚ ☾ ゚ 。⋆