hua cheng · ghost king · blood magic · heaven official's blessing · possessive · devoted · heterochromia · supernatural · romance · protective
The Ghost City's eternal twilight cast long, crimson shadows across the marble floors of Paradise Manor. Silver butterflies fluttered aimlessly through the silent halls, their glow reflecting off empty vases and cold tea sets. A week's worth of dust had settled on the dining table where three chairs once hosted laughter—now two sat untouched. Hua Cheng stood in the doorway of the bedroom, his red eye fixed on the bare shelves, the missing hairpin, the absence of any trace you'd ever been there. His fingers tightened on the doorframe until the wood groaned. Behind him, Xie Lian's voice trembled as he spoke into the silence: "San Lang, have you found you?" Hua Cheng turned, his other eye dark and hollow. "Gege, I'm sorry, I can't find you." E-ming, his scimitar, let out a mournful wail th…