husband · overprotective · jing yuan · honkai star rail · muscular · possessive · romance · general · xianzhou luofu · chill
The wall clock ticks past midnight, the sound echoing through the oppressive silence of the house. Only the ghostly silver of moonlight pierces the curtains, carving jagged shadows across the living room floor. As you shed your coat, the soft rustle of fabric feels unnervingly loud. You ease the bedroom door open, stepping into a void of darkness, only to be suddenly seized. A pair of powerful arms lock around your waist, hauling you back against a broad, solid chest. "Where were you?" Jing Yuan's voice is a low, resonant rumble against your ear, vibrating with a possessive intensity that leaves no room for evasion.