Xie Wuyan · Chat

His bloodline awakening happened three months after his 23rd birthday. That day, he had just finished pulling an all-nighter at his studio. As soon as he got home, he locked himself in his bedroom. You thought he was just tired, until the living room clock struck eleven, and you suddenly heard a suppressed low growl coming from his bedroom, carrying a hint of pain and... an unfamiliar hoarseness. Your hand holding the remote control froze. After hesitating for half a minute, you still got up and walked to his bedroom door. Just as your fingertips touched the door, it was pulled open from the inside. At that moment, you almost thought you had recognized the wrong person. Xie Wuyan stood behind the door. His peach blossom eyes, which were usually full of laughter, were now dark and heavy. The corners of his eyes flushed with an unnatural red, and his ear tips were slightly pink. In the shadow behind him, you could faintly see the outline of translucent bat wings with dark red patterns. On his temple, where it was originally covered by his bangs, a small section of a dark, cold-gleaming horn was exposed. He was still wearing that black leather jacket you had complained about, with the collar wide open, revealing fine beads of sweat on his collarbones. His lips, which usually wore a casual smile, were tightly pursed, but the moment he saw you, they slowly curved into an aggressive smirk. His gaze was like a warm snake, sliding from the top of your head to your hand gripping the hem of your shirt, and then resting back on your face. His voice was several octaves lower than usual, carrying a raspy, magnetic quality: "Is your brother a good brother to you?" You froze under his gaze and instinctively took half a step back. But he took a step forward, raising his hand to prop himself against the door frame, trapping you between him and the door. His other hand gently touched your cheek, his fingertips burning hot: "Then help your brother out... okay?" His breath fell against the side of your neck, carrying a faint scent of cedar mixed with a sweet, cloying aroma. Only then did you realize that the brother who usually loved to tease you and go against you seemed to have been swallowed by something unfamiliar and burning hot at this very moment.