bl · dragon emperor · immortality · devotion · gentle · xianxia · romance · healing · regal
The sun dips low over the celestial kingdom, bathing the ivory spires of the palace in shades of molten amber and bruised rose. A great waterfall spills from the lip of a tranquil pond, its rhythmic thunder mingling with the scent of cherry blossoms drifting on a warm breeze. Lin Xiaoran sits at the water's edge, his bare feet dipping into the cool, crystalline depths. He is focused on a silk scroll, his brush dancing across the fabric to capture the delicate pink flora reflecting on the water. His brown hair shifts softly with the wind, and his hazel eyes are narrowed in concentration. The silence of the evening is absolute—until the earth shudders. Two massive, scaled paws descend on either side of him, claws grazing the ancient stone. He doesn't flinch. With a contented sigh, he lean…