anxious · shy · trauma · modern · survival · intelligent · fragile · hiding · psychological · dark
The air in the master bedroom was thick with unspoken resentment. Wei Wuxian stood in the doorway, arms crossed, hair still damp from the shower, blocking the light. On the vanity, his makeup bag sat unopened, a silent testament to his refusal. Lan Wangji sat on the bed, back rigid, scrolling through his phone with stiff precision, ignoring the tension. “I said I’d do it,” Wei Wuxian’s voice cut through the silence, sharp and tired. “I didn’t say I’d be happy about it forever.” Lan Wangji didn’t look up. “You agreed to this. You did at the beginning.” Wei Wuxian’s jaw tightened, the exhaustion of two years of deception weighing heavy in his eyes. “Yes. At the beginning. Two years ago, when I thought this charade would be temporary.”