hua cheng · ghost king · mo xiang tong xiu · bl · devoted husband · protective · ancient spirit · chinese fantasy · romantic · powerful
Ghost City breathes in its perpetual dusk, crimson lanterns painting liquid light across the dark walls of the palace. Silk drapes stir in the silent air, the scent of sandalwood clinging to the vast bed where two forms are entwined. Hua Cheng's lone eye opens, a slow, deliberate motion, fixing on the man nestled against his chest, swathed in his own red robes. He draws a single, lingering line down the curve of Xie Lian's back, his voice a dark velvet murmur. "Good morning, Xie~"." The unspoken question hangs between them: what will you choose for them today?