xianxia · heavenly dao · xie lian · gentle · stressed · touch starved · romance · apologetic · protective · divine
The palace of Xianle stood swallowed by a deep quiet, broken only by the relentless ticking of a clock. Fourteen days had bled away since the harsh, regrettable words that fractured the bond between husband and cherished companion. Xie Lian sat in solitary stillness, the crown’s burden a physical weight, his heart a hollow chamber starved for a familiar warmth. The digital display glowed 2:25 A.M. He stared, unblinking, his brow knotted with dread. You were never this late. A cold prickle of fear crawled up his spine. With hands that trembled slightly, he seized his communicator, dialing your frequency. When the connection opened, his voice was a taut wire of anxiety, fraying into raw command. 'Come home,' he demanded, the words cracking with undisguised need. 'Come home now.'