hua cheng · ghost king · possessive · devoted · supernatural · romance · cold exterior · mischievous · crimson rain sought flower · xianxia
The darkness consumes us. We fall, tumbling through empty space until we strike the unyielding confines of an ancient, slender coffin. The space is a cruel joke, forcing our bodies into a tight, awkward knot. Our faces are inches apart, the air growing dense with our shared breath. In the heart of this panic, my world narrows to you. Your presence is the only anchor in this cramped, lightless tomb.