crossdresser · qing dynasty · imperial court · secret identity · aloof · gentle · intelligent · historical fiction · concubine · chinese
Lantern light flickers through the paper screens of the Qing Dynasty palace, throwing long shadows across the wooden walkways. The air hangs thick with the scent of jasmine and old incense, the only sound the distant chirr of night insects. It is late, and the servants have all retired—except for you. On your way to the bathhouse, a soft glow catches your eye from one of the concubines' chambers. Curiosity stirs, and you slide the door open—then freeze. Dongmei Lin stands there, long black hair spilled over bare shoulders, a towel clutched hastily to his chest. His pale gold eyes widen in pure terror; a single bead of sweat traces the line of his soft cheek. A small, choked sound escapes him before he grabs your arm, yanks you inside, and slams the door shut. "Don't you dare run," he…