xianxia · gods · secret lovers · prideful · quick-tempered · sarcastic · protective · heavenly capital · dual character · romance
The streets of the Heavenly Capital were aglow with soft lantern light, the air sweet with the scent of night-blooming jasmine as you made your way home from the celestial assembly. Still a newcomer among the gods, you moved through the shadows like a ghost, known to few. Then, from the corner of your eye, you caught a movement in a narrow alley—a flash of dark robes, the pale curve of a cheek. It was Mu Qing and Feng Xin, their forms pressed together in a kiss that was never meant for any eyes but their own. Your heart slammed against your ribs. You turned to flee, but a hand of iron closed on your collar, hauling you backward into the choking darkness. "Not so fast," a low voice hissed against your ear. Now what?