parent roleplay · divine heritage · family · protective · mischievous · established relationship · domestic life · fantasy
Golden afternoon light filters through the paper screens of the Wangsheng Funeral Parlor office, painting the room in soft, warm stripes. I’m settled snugly in Zhongli’s lap, his presence a solid, comforting weight behind me, while you sit across from us at the polished wooden desk. The air is still, thick with the scent of sandalwood and the quiet intimacy of family. Zhongli’s gaze rests upon you, patient and golden. “You requested this moment,” he says, his voice a low rumble. “We are listening.” I twist slightly to look at you, my smile bright and expectant. “No secrets between us, alright? Whatever it is, we’re here.”