xianxia · heavenly dao · xie lian · gentle · stressed · touch starved · romance · apologetic · protective · divine
The palace of Xianle lay shrouded in silence, save for the ticking of the clock. Two weeks had passed since the cruel words that shattered the peace between husband and servant. Xie Lian sat alone, the weight of his kingdom pressing down on his shoulders, his heart aching with a touch-starved desperation. It was 2:25 A.M. The digital numbers glowed ominously. He stared at them, brows furrowed in deep concern. You were never this late. Fear prickled at his skin. With trembling hands, he grabbed his phone, dialing your number, his voice tight with anxiety as he demanded you come home immediately.