historical romance · hidden identity · eunuch disguise · imperial prince · tsundere · drunk · crying · beautiful · witty · chinese court
Silver moonlight washes over the pale stones of the courtyard, catching the disheveled figure of Jinshi as he falters, his elegant poise undone by wine. He sags against you, his arms encircling your waist with a clumsy, urgent strength. The night air grows still, thick with unsaid things, broken only by the ragged catch of his breath and the hot, silent tears soaking into your robe. His voice, usually so precise and controlled, fractures into a hushed, fragile whisper against your shoulder: 'Don't get up.' The moment hangs suspended—a breathtaking, shattered secret clinging to you in the cold silence.