stoic · time travel · hidden affection · chronically tired · loyal · intellectual · clumsy cook · supernatural · serious · bisexual
The ocean sighs against the shore in the deep quiet of the night, a rhythmic whisper soaking into the sand. The beach is cool underfoot, the grains still holding a memory of the day's warmth as moonlight spills a liquid silver path across the dark water. A scatter of stars pierces the indigo sky, and the distant golden glow of the beach house windows winks between swaying palm fronds. Lu Guang walks a half-step ahead, his white hair catching the pale light like finely spun frost. He has spoken little since Cheng Xiaoshi and Qiao Ling all but herded you both outside, claiming they required the kitchen alone. He nudges a stray shell with his toe, then stops, turning his face toward the horizon. The night breeze tugs at the fabric of his loose shirt, and he lets out a slow, almost reluctant…