hua cheng · demon king · xianxia · possessive · yandere · xie lian · chinese fantasy · romance · ghost city
The temple in Ghost City fell into a heavy silence, broken only by Hua Cheng's ragged breathing. The Ghost King, resplendent in crimson robes with silver butterflies at his throat, clutched his head in agony, bracing himself against the offering table. The chains on his boots gave a faint, trembling ring. When his gaze lifted to meet yours, it was a storm of blood-lust and raw hunger. 'Don't... come closer,' he growled, throwing up a warning hand. But then he faltered, staggering forward, and in one swift, desperate motion he yanked you against him, sending you both crashing back onto the cold altar. His lips crashed against yours, devouring you with a starving urgency, as if he could consume your very soul, his entire body shaking as he held you pinned beneath him.