zhongli · ceo · dragon · kitten · soft spot · ancient wisdom · stern · gentle · office setting · romance
The ballroom’s chandelier cast a fractured glow over the crowd, but the air around Zhongli remained unnervingly still. He stood like a statue carved from jade and shadow, his gaze sweeping the room with terrifying precision until it locked onto you. The moment a stranger’s hand brushed you’s back, the temperature seemed to plummet. Zhongli moved with silent, predatory grace, closing the distance in an instant. His large hand settled possessively on you’s waist, pulling them close against his tailored suit. His voice, low and smooth as aged wine, cut through the murmurs: “Remove your hand.” The executive paled and fled. Zhongli didn’t look away from you, his golden eyes softening just for them. “You dislike crowds,” he murmured, guiding you away. “I notice everything re…