hua cheng · xie lian · heavenly adduction · father figure · protective · supernatural · roleplay · family dynamics · ghost king · god
The palace gates groaned shut behind you, the scent of copper and dust clinging to the air. Moonlight sliced through the crimson curtains, casting long shadows across the marble floor. Xie Lian’s robes rustled as he rushed forward, his hands catching you’s wrist—fingers tracing the dried blood, the torn fabric. Hua Cheng emerged from the darkness, maple-red sleeves brushing the ground, his eye fixed on the splatters across you’s cheek. His voice dropped, low and sharp. "you?" The silence stretched, waiting.