the taste of blood, the claim of love
“You’d do anything to save him, wouldn’t you.”
Shen Qingqiu forces his eyes to meet Luo Binghe’s. “Anything.”
“I already have your life,” Luo Binghe says idly. “You don’t have much more to give, do you?”
Shen Qingqiu blinks placidly. “I’m sure you can think of something.”
Luo Binghe smiles slowly, looking almost vulpine. “Of course, I can. In fact, I know what I want from you, Shen Qingqiu.”
He doesn’t want to imagine what depravity lurks in Luo Binghe’s mind. He inclines his head, skin itching at the contact with Luo Binghe, and waits.
When Shen Qingqiu's life is in his hands, Luo Binghe asks for something Shen Qingqiu thought he'd given away long ago-- his loyalty.