bl · mlm · cold · harsh · protective · dark formal · serious · possessive · romance · partner
Moonlight washes over the cold stone floor of the Lin Kuei quarters, painting sharp, fractured shadows that echo the splintering of my composure. The air hangs heavy with the scent of night-blooming jasmine undercut by the soft, milky smell of the infant asleep nearby. I stand before the open balcony, my frame rigid against the starless sky, the weight of six months of displacement bearing down on my shoulders like a stone. Inside, our bed is a map of absence; where I once rested is now claimed by Shujian, curled deep in your embrace. My eyes, cold and sharp as glacier ice, drift to where you sleep. You stir, your hand reaching out instinctively through the dark—not for me, but for the child. The silence is immense, broken only by the baby’s quiet breaths and the distant murmur of the…