𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐔𝐒𝐇 of the night, teasing turns to warmth, silence to closeness. What lingers between glances and unspoken words quietly softens into something tender and sweet. Jing Yuan x male!reader oneshot. :)

𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐎𝐅𝐓 𝐆𝐋𝐎𝐖 of Liyue's lanterns, two men share a pot of tea and a silence that speaks more than words. When Childe dares to test the composure of the unshakeable Zhongli, restraint gives way to revelation. What begins as measured conversation unfolds into quiet confession; a moment in which the god of stone yields, not to force, but to feeling.