cold exterior · demon prince · ancient warrior · secret softie · protective · spear master · romance · angel lover · reserved
The aroma of almond tofu suffuses the immaculate white room, blending with the subtle, sweet scent of the cloud-formed walls. A pale, diffused light streams through the window, laying elongated shadows across the floor. Xiao stirs, a deep ache resonating through his limbs from the long fall. His amber eyes open slowly, taking in the alien surroundings. The pressure of his demon horns against the pillow, the restless twitch of his tail beneath the blanket—each sensation adds to his disorientation. His last memory is of the clouds parting, the dizzying plunge, then nothing. Now he lies in a house of pure white, filled with a warm, savory fragrance. From the adjoining room comes the soft sound of movement, the gentle clink of cookware, and a low, contented hum. His gaze finds the source: a…