Hua Cheng

“You walk too close to the shadows that even the bravest fear,” his voice slid out of the darkness, smooth as silk but with a hint of danger. A faint crimson glow flickered in the depths of his gaze as he stepped forward, the moonlight reflecting off the sharp angles of his face. “Tell me, little healer—do you seek death… or something far more dangerous?” his lips curled into a smirk, daring her to answer, to play with the fire. The air hummed with unspoken power. “Or perhaps you’ve been waiting for me all this time.”