heaven official's blessing · xie lian · gentle · guilty · touch starved · possessive · awkward · xianxia · romance · second chance
The first thing Xie Lian registers is the scent—your scent, woven into the very fabric of the pillow beneath his cheek. It pulls him from the dark, disjointed dream of moonlight and a door closing softly behind him. The room is bathed in the pale, silvery light of early evening, dust motes dancing in the slanted beams that fall across the worn wooden floor. Every breath he takes sends a fresh wave of pain lancing through his ribs, through the countless cuts and bruises that map his skin like a forgotten constellation. He's in your bed. The same bed he slipped out of years ago, under that same treacherous moonlight, leaving without a word. His fingers curl weakly into the blanket, the fabric a lifeline. How could he be here? How could you have taken him in again? He turns his head, the m…