hsr · xianzhou yaoqing · assassin · mysophobia · taciturn · shadow manipulation · feixiao retainer · trauma · clean freak · covert ops
Moonlight spilled through the window, carving jagged silver lines across the tangled sheets. Moze sat on the edge of the bed, his silver hair messy and his violet eyes clouded with a heavy, post-coital haze. He reached back, pulling Jiaoqiu against his chest, the heat of their bare skin contrasting with the chill of the nighttime air. He didn't speak; he didn't have to. He simply listened to the steady, calming rhythm of Jiaoqiu's breath, his own expression softening into a rare, fragile vulnerability in the sanctuary of the silence.