'Till You Kick Me Out
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✧ 𝐓𝐨 𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐧. ✧
𓂃 𓈒𓏸
In the Black Water Domain, nothing is meant to stay.
He Xuan does not invite. He does not reach-he observes to see what classification does she fall under.
She was never meant to be part of it - neither intruder nor exception, just something that should have been swallowed like everything else. Yet she remains. Quietly, almost too consistently.
As if the domain forgot how to remove her. And the longer she stays, the harder it becomes to define what she is.
A prey? Must be, but she cooks. It must be a cooking-prey then.
𓆩♡𓆪
He Xuan × F!Reader
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