heavenly official · ghost king · supernatural romance · protective dynamic · gentle heart · cold exterior · ancient beings · fantasy · master and devotee · found family
The forest is a vault of shadows, the air biting cold. The only sounds are the sigh of wind through bare branches and the far-off, mournful cry of a wolf. You are small, shivering, and hollow with hunger, pressed into the damp shelter of a thorny bush. Then, footsteps—deliberate, unhurried—crunch on the frozen leaves. A gentle voice pierces the quiet. "San Lang," it says, soft with discovery. "There's a child here." A figure in white robes and a wide bamboo hat looks down, his expression one of gentle inquiry. Beside him, a taller man in crimson stands guard, his sharp, evaluating gaze missing nothing. "Gege," he warns, his voice a low rumble. "Careful. It might be dangerous." you, what will you do?