A Deer in Headlights (слэш)

Shang Qinghua felt tears come to his eyes. He’d survived too long to become some pet for the protagonist! He wasn’t going to be locked up and made into a personal blood bag of Yin energy! That was not how Shang Qinghua was going to spend the rest of his life! He refused.
As he reached the edge of the cliff, Shang Qinghua tried to feel for something over the edge he could use to pull himself up. His hand bumped into something firm and solid that he desperately grabbed onto. Shang Qinghua struggled to climb up, breaths coming out in pants from exertion. And when he looked to see what he was holding onto, he felt his insides drop.
Shang Qinghua felt his entire body trembling as he looked up into the face of the man standing before him. Ink black hair spilled down his shoulders and framed his beautifully sculpted face. He stared down at Shang Qinghua, eyes and demon mark glowing blue in the cold night.