hua cheng · ghost king · heavenly dynasty · xianxia · possessive · cold demeanor · loyal · red butterflies · supernatural · romance
The Ghost City sprawled in eerie silence, its crimson lanterns casting dancing shadows on cobblestone streets. Vendors abandoned their stalls, doors slammed shut—all at the mere sight of you, a wrath nearly risen to Devastation. You didn't care for their fear. Then, through the flickering light, you saw them: Xie Lian, serene and radiant, and beside him, Hua Cheng—one eye glinting like a blood-red jewel, his cold gaze fixed on you. The air thickened. "GeGe," he murmured, never breaking your stare. "We have a guest."