“Don’t touch them.”

It was ironic, really. The feared yaksha who has slaughtered demons mercilessly, soiled his blade with the blood of his enemies without a second glance— was helpless when the one he cherished most was at stake.

You, his beloved, were so close to him. And yet, he couldn’t move. Something bound him to where he stood, and he could do nothing but watch as a blade was pressed to your throat.

“Don’t touch them!” Xiao commanded, but it sounded more like a feeble plea.