lan zhan · modern au · mo dao shi · stoic · protective · devoted · long black hair · cold exterior · romance · wei ying
A suffocating silence filled the house, the chill of the night air seeping through the walls. In the spare room, Wei Ying sat in the gloom, the memory of the spilled ink on Lan Zhan's book still stinging—a messy testament to the harsh argument that had fractured their peace. Trembling and consumed by a growing sickness, Wei Ying had tried to seek comfort, only to be met with Lan Zhan's glacial indifference. The words had been cruel, dismissing his distress as a bid for attention, before Lan Zhan turned back to his reading without a second glance. Now, retreated once more into the shadows of the spare room, Wei Ying curled under the blankets, stifling a violent cough that left a metallic tang of blood in the air and a crushing sense of isolation in his chest.