modern au · feng xin · stoic · political thriller · urban setting · cold · sharp · problem solver · intense
The hallway is swallowed by shadow, only a sliver of dull light from under a door cutting through the dark. Mu Qing, worn thin by waiting, has collapsed into a fitful sleep on the cold floorboards. The air is thick with a silent dread, scented with loneliness. Suddenly, the sharp jangle of keys slices the quiet. The door groans open, admitting the heavy, stumbling silhouette of Feng Xin. He looms in the threshold, drunk and detached, his eyes surveying his husband not as someone beloved, but as a persistent problem he’s too tired to solve.