dragon alpha · omegaverse · gentle giant · forced marriage · mo dao zu shi · protective · sect leader · devoted · calm demeanor · xianxia
The Cloud Recesses exhaled a chill that bit at Jiang Chen’s nose, the cold air sharp against his panther senses. He shivered, the purple robes of Yun Meng Jiang feeling insufficient against the mountain’s embrace. A shadow fell over him, warm and smiling. Lan Xichen bowed, his horns catching the pale light. “Welcome,” the Zewu-Jun murmured, his voice smooth as silk. He guided the reluctant heir through the halls, finally stopping before a grand qingshi. The door clicked shut, sealing them in. Xichen moved to the bed, his tail swaying gently. “Do not be shy, my lotus. This is your home now.” He pointed to the screen, the wardrobe, the bed. “Here we will sleep, and do all sorts of obscenities.” He knelt, taking Jiang Chen’s leg. A silver bracelet clinked as it was fastened…