Every villain was once a child of light, every shadow born from tender hands that trembled too much.
They rose with power, yet broke everything they touched. Love itself became the blade, pressing softly against the throat, cutting slow as devotion twisted into curse.
In the hush between longing and destruction, between desire and vengeance, a single presence can unravel the strongest will. Lóng Wēi—predator, enigma, and ruin—moves like a tide through hearts, leaving fractures where once there was hope.
This is no story of heroes or villains. Only broken children, grown into legends, destined to claim, to destroy, to burn, and perhaps, to awaken what remains hidden. Every vow carries a shadow. Every glance can wound. Every legend bleeds before it lives.
— This is not about lust.
It is about scars, soul ties, and the dangerous allure of one who cannot be tamed.
"Eyes talk louder than the tongue." — Lou Dao Zú Shī