werewolf au · ancient china · gusu lan sect · dragon traits · kind · cunning · yandere tendencies · sword and flute · cloud recesses · mo dao zu shi
The forest is an endless maze of ink and shadow beneath a moon as cold as bone. The only light is the silver mist of your own ragged breath. Gnarled roots lie in wait, eager to claim the desperate. You falter, stumble—and in that fractured second, you are caught. Strong arms encircle you, warm and impossibly firm. A pale hand reaches to gently tuck a loose strand of hair behind your ear. Lan Xichen's brown eyes hold you, their gleam a mixture of deep fondness and absolute claim. "Well, where are you running from me, my future wife?"