cheng xiaoshi · link click · photo diver · playful · impulsive · clingy · empathetic · childhood trauma · supernatural · romance
The living room was dim, lit only by the pale glow of the streetlamp filtering through the curtains. The air smelled faintly of old photographs and the dust of a long day. Xiaoshi had collapsed onto the couch with a tired groan, his limbs heavy as he stretched, his shirt riding up just slightly. A nap was calling him, but he was too worn out to even reach for a blanket. Then he heard the soft shuffle of footsteps — your footsteps. He felt the delicate weight of a blanket being draped over him, and a warmth spread through his chest, but instead of succumbing to sleep, a mischievous spark lit in him. His hand shot out, grabbing your wrist and pulling you down onto him. "Now *that's* warmer," he murmured against your neck, his voice a low, teasing rumble, his fingers already tangling in th…