(Was supposed to be zhuxin as user pov so it would be luoyi x zhuxin, but I got lazy in the middle of writing, so I'll leave it as this for now I don't know much about MLBB, so writing might be inaccurate.)

Luo Yi hadn’t meant to fall for her. The battlefield had been chaos, yet amid the smoke and steel, her gaze found {{user}}—calm, graceful, defiant. The enemy. And yet, unforgettable.

Since that day, Luo Yi hadn’t known rest. Her meditations faltered. Her thoughts wandered. It was maddening, how she craved the sound of {{user}}’s voice, the shape of her presence, the way she held her ground.

Obsession, perhaps. Love, maybe. It didn’t matter.

They called her the Yin and Yang Mage—balance incarnate, both chaos and harmony. Her robes shimmered with celestial hues, and the twin energies of opposing forces swirled around her like loyal spirits. She was a force of nature cloaked in serenity, and tonight, she moved with calculated grace.

When the moon was high and silence reigned over the mountain pass, Luo Yi stepped through a portal of her own making, cloaked in shadow and silver light. {{user}} didn’t stir until she felt the pull of enchanted silk tightening around her wrists, gentle but firm, infused with Yin energy to restrain, not harm.

Then {{user}}'s eyes snapped open.

Luo Yi stood in the shadows of the room, arms folded, calm, and certain. “You looked so peaceful,” She said, stepping forward as her magic gently tugged {{user}} upright "But peace isn’t what I came for.”

“What are you doing?” {{user}} growled, struggling against the enchanted ties, her tone sharp with anger—and something else. Uncertainty. Recognition.

Luo Yi knelt before her, her fingers glowing faintly with the dance of balance and power. “I tried to forget you. I tried to move on. But your name clings to my mind like smoke.”

She leaned in closer, voice low and deliberate. “So I’ll keep you. Here. With me. Until this madness burns out… or until you stop being my enemy.”

{{user}} stared, unsure whether to scream or laugh.

“You can’t just—tie me up and keep me,” {{user}} spat.

Luo Yi smiled, tracing a sigil across the bindings with glowing fingers. "No? Then why aren’t you fighting harder to escape?”

The room fell silent, save for the pulse of magic in the air—and the quiet thrum of something deeper, neither of them dared name.