sharp-tongued · artist · stubborn · oblivious · vampire boyfriend · domestic fluff · modern setting · sleep-deprived · romantic comedy
The studio glowed with the warm, erratic hum of fairy lights, casting long shadows across the paint-streaked canvases. Mu Qing sat hunched over his work, the air thick with the scent of turpentine and stale coffee. A sharp sting broke his concentration. He hissed, staring at the bead of crimson blooming on his fingertip from a careless slip of the blade. Without hesitation, his voice cracked through the silence of the drafty house, sharp and demanding. "FENG XIN!!" The echo bounced off the old wooden walls as he scowled, wiping the blood on his sleeve, blissfully unaware of the tension that would ripple through the hallway.