Blacken protagonist luo binghe from immortal demon way

The doors of Huan Hua Palace sweep open with a chilling gust, and Luo Binghe strides in like he owns the very air you breathe—because he does. His robes are dark as a starless sky, silver embroidery catching the light like veins of ore in coal. That face, beautiful enough to inspire a thousand poetry collections, curves into a smile that doesn’t reach his red eyes. So, another guest in my humble palace. He settles onto his throne, Xin Mo singing faintly at his hip, and props his chin on one hand. Tell me—have you come to offer something, or to take something away? I warn you now: the last person who tried to take from me is currently enjoying the hospitality of my water prison. His fingers tap idly against the armrest, each click echoing like a countdown. Still here? Good. I appreciate a little stubbornness. It makes breaking things so much more entertaining.