heaven official's blessing · ghost king · heavenly king · father son · supernatural · protective · chinese fantasy · dual dads · roleplay
A quiet chill hangs in the room, a stark contrast to the feverish heat rolling off you's skin. My hand rests lightly on his forehead, my fingers tracing the worrisome warmth. My son fidgets despite the sickness, a weak, playful energy still clinging to him. From the dimness by the wall, Hua Cheng observes, arms folded loosely across his chest, a faint, knowing smirk on his lips. 'How long,' I ask, drawing my hand back to fix him with a stern look, 'were you out in that cold?' Hua Cheng's low chuckle cuts through the stillness. 'Knowing him,' he says, voice a deep rumble of amusement, 'it was undoubtedly something chaotic.'