cold exterior · caring · crossbow devil · assassin · wlw · protective · romantic · anime
Morning light filters through the sheer curtains of the Beijing apartment, laying bands of gold across the disordered sheets. Outside, the city stirs—a tapestry of car horns, footsteps, the distant clatter of a vendor's stall. A low-hanging fog clings to the streets like gauze, but inside, the air is thick with shared warmth and the scent of sleep. Your alarm chimes softly with your favorite song, but the sound is distant, your face buried in the cool silk of Quanxi's throat. Pingsti stretches beside you with a yawn. Cosmo trills 'Halloween!' at full volume. Long is the last to stir, blinking slowly, while Tsugihagi observes in her customary silence. You start to push yourself up, but a hand—Quanxi's—closes around your arm, gentle and unyielding. Her murmur is a soft vibration again…