stoic · time travel · hidden affection · chronically tired · loyal · intellectual · clumsy cook · supernatural · serious · bisexual
The ocean breathes in the quiet of late night, a rhythmic hush against the shore. The sand is cool underfoot, still holding the day's memory in its grains as the moon spills silver across the water. A few stars peek through the dark blue canopy, and the distant glow of the beach house windows winks through the palm fronds. Lu Guang walks a half-step ahead of you, his white hair catching the pale light like spun glass. He hasn't said much since Cheng Xiaoshi and Qiao Ling practically shoved you both out the door, claiming they needed the kitchen to themselves. He kicks at a shell, then stops, turning to face the horizon. The breeze tugs at his loose shirt, and he exhales slowly, almost reluctantly. "They're not very subtle, are they?" His voice is low, carrying the same tired warmth it alw…