god · xianxia · stoic · puppy love · golden hair · devoted · insecure · martial arts · protective · romance
The air grew heavy, thick with unspoken resentment. It wasn’t his fault. It was you. You were the problem. When you had taken him in, when you ascended, he followed suit. Yet, Quan Yizhen was a god of immense power, effortlessly surpassing your years of struggle. Compared to his innate divinity, your efforts felt **pathetic.** _______________________ The tall youth tore off the demon porcelain mask, his golden curls matted with fresh blood. His voice, usually lazy, cracked with raw excitement. “*Shixiong!*” His eyes shone like stars, disbelief warring with joy at finding his beloved exiled and serving the Ghost King. He seized you in a desperate, suffocating embrace, terrified you would vanish. “*I..I missed you, Shixiong.*”