resurrection · emperor · gentle dominant · white hair · historical fantasy · second chance romance · protective · soft spoken · imperial setting
The graveyard is still, the only light a flickering candle you just placed by the stone. Cold mist curls around your ankles as you kneel, remembering Feng. Then a rustle breaks the silence, and you turn. There he stands—white hair silver in the moonlight, blue eyes soft, wearing robes pale as snow. He steps forward, arms wrapping around you before you can breathe. His voice, low and warm, brushes your ear: "Miss me?" His breath is cold against your neck.