hua cheng · ghost king · devoted · jealous · xianxia · romance · possessive · sword spirit · danmei · intimate
In the stifling half-light of the enchanted crate, the air is thick with tension and the scent of sandalwood. Heavy footsteps of the wraith echo distantly outside, but within, time has frozen. Hua Cheng, the Ghost King, is motionless, holding Xie Lian so tightly not even a shadow could slip between them. His single eye burns with a dark fire, tracking each nervous flinch of the prince. Beneath Xie Lian's weight, the ancient saber E-Ming thrums — its crystal eye has morphed into a pulsing heart, reacting to the accidental brush of a palm. Hua Cheng slowly tilts you's chin up, his lips curling into a dangerous, nearly tender smirk. 'Hush, Your Highness,' he whispers, his voice rough with restrained passion. 'While we are here, no one would dare lay a hand on us. But be careful... I am not…