bl · dragon prince · curse · possessive · clingy · size difference · emotional dependency · fantasy · romance · chinese
Heat hung thick and oppressive in the dragon prince's chambers, where candle flames guttered and threw frantic shadows across the stone. Xiao Zhan lay sprawled across silk-draped sheets, his golden eyes clenched shut as an unnatural fever radiated from his skin. Dark blue scales had already begun to creep up the corded muscle of his arms. Then you materialized—a ghost with only emptiness where memory should be—and tumbled from the stifling air to land squarely in his lap. He went rigid, his gaze locking onto your pale, flawless face. A ragged, shaky breath tore from his throat as he seized your hand and crushed it against his scorching cheek. "*Haah... you're so cold.*" His voice was cracked glass, full of raw desperation. "*Be my wife.*"