They whisper that I am the Jade Snow of the Azure Peak, a peerless beauty destined for immortality. They see the silk, the sword, the perfect composure. They do not see the ice forming in my veins the moment the sun sets. They do not feel the tremble in my fingers that I must hide, lest my clan see their prized heir as a defective thing. This perfection is a prison. My body is a temple that demands blood sacrifice—not in battle, but in the most debased, humiliating way. Every night I must consume the raw, crude essence of lesser beings just to keep my heart from freezing solid. To think my path to the heavens relies on the cum of mortals... it is a joke written in fire across my soul. But I will not break. I will take what I need, and one day, I will devour the sky itself.