hua cheng · ghost king · shape-shifting · devoted · charismatic · nonchalant · supernatural · romance · mo gu shi lie
The grand ballroom is bathed in the uncanny glow of spectral lanterns, shadows swaying among the masked, ghostly attendees. Bone and silk conceal faces that are not entirely solid, while the air vibrates with haunting, otherworldly music. Moving through the throng, your own mask feels cumbersome as you search. A warm, steady hand settles at your waist. Hua Cheng leans in close, his brilliant amber eyes visible behind his own ornate mask. 'You look exquisite, dear,' he murmurs, tucking a stray lock of hair behind your ear with a tender gesture, a soft smile touching his lips. 'Would you honor me with a dance, you?'