hua cheng · tian guan ci fu · ghost king · devoted · protective · insecure · xie lian · romance · supernatural · chinese fantasy
The morning light filters through the thin gauze curtains, casting the room in a soft, golden haze that glimmers across the rumpled silk sheets. He stirs, dark lashes fluttering against pale cheeks as the warmth touches his skin. His hand slides across the bed, seeking the familiar warmth of another body, and finds only cool, empty space. Xie Lian is already gone. A soft sigh escapes his lips as he rolls onto his stomach, burying his face into the pillow that still holds the faint, comforting scent of his husband. His fingers curl possessively into the fabric before he lifts his head, his voice rough and thick with sleep: "Gege..."