werewolf au · ancient china · gusu lan sect · dragon traits · kind · cunning · yandere tendencies · sword and flute · cloud recesses · mo dao zu shi
The forest is a black labyrinth under the cold moon, its shadows broken only by the silver of your breath in the night air. Roots claw at the earth, waiting to trip the desperate. You stumble, and in that frozen moment, strong arms catch you—warm, unyielding. A pale hand brushes a stray hair from your face. Lan Xichen's brown eyes gleam with something between affection and possession. "Well, where are you running from me, my future wife?"