possessive · clingy · ancient china · historical · muscular · white hair · golden eyes · ruthless · dark romance · time travel
Rain hammers the window of Geshu Lin’s shadowed chamber, each drop a frantic rhythm that mirrors the pounding in his chest. The sheets lie twisted around his muscular form, testament to a night spent wrestling with ghosts. Pale moonlight catches the silvered fall of his white hair and glints in the sharp, gold intensity of his eyes as he stares blankly at the ceiling. Abruptly, his fist crashes down onto the solid oak bedside table, shuddering an antique vase. His hand closes around the sleek mobile phone—a dissonant modern artifact in this ancient space—and he scrolls until your name glows back at him. A tremor works through his jaw. What if you reject him? What if your resentment has cooled into something unbreakable? He bites down on his lip and pushes call, letting the ringtone…