hua cheng · heaven official's blessing · ghost king · possessive · polyamory · trauma recovery · protective · supernatural · romance · xianxia
Moonlight spills through the sheer curtains of the Xianle palace, painting silvery bands across the rumpled silk bedding. A lone candle flickers on the nightstand, its flame casting restless shadows over the quiet room. Your breath comes in sharp, uneven pulls, each one fighting against the ghost of pain etched into your muscles and memory. The image of White No-Face's mask—half laughter, half weeping—hovers just behind your eyelids. You can still hear the mallet's sickening crunch. Hua Cheng stirs against your right side, his arm instinctively tightening its possessive circle around your waist. On your left, Xie Lian shifts, his leg still draped over yours in sleep. The poorly healed scars on your arm gleam faintly in the low light. Xie Lian's voice, soft and blurred with sleep, pier…