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Under The Lantern's Glow Part- Four
Yibo stiffened, his phoenix eyes narrowing as they met Zhan’s through the mirror. His gaze was sharp, almost predatory, and for the first time in his life, Xiao Zhan felt like prey.
Surprise flickered across Yibo’s face but disappeared just as quickly. “If you wish,” he said coolly, leaning back slightly, his guard not entirely lowered.
Zhan reached for the comb with steady hands, careful not to betray the unexpected nervousness stirring within him. As his fingers worked through Yibo’s hair, he marveled at its softness, each stroke of the comb deliberate and reverent. When his fingers brushed the back of Yibo’s neck, he felt the omega tense under his touch, the subtle rise and fall of his breath betraying his discomfort or something more.
“You’re experienced with this,” Yibo said suddenly, his tone sharp, a pointed edge to his words. “Do you make a habit of combing the hair of your other omegas?”
Zhan paused but did not rise to the bait. “I’ve never done this before,” he said simply, resuming his task.
Yibo’s eyes narrowed, skepticism flickering across his face. He wasn’t sure whether to believe him or not.
Zhan tied Yibo’s hair with expert care, stepping back to admire his work. “Get some rest,” he said, his tone softer now, though he didn’t fully understand why. “It’s been a long day.”
Yibo studied him for a moment, his expression unreadable. Then, without a word, he turned and lay down on the bed, his back to Zhan.
Zhan lingered near the vanity for a moment before returning to the table. He poured himself another cup of wine, but his eyes kept drifting back to Yibo’s still form.
This marriage, he realized, was a battle neither of them wanted to fight, yet both were determined not to lose. And for the first time that night, Xiao Zhan wondered what lay beyond Wang Yibo’s cold facade and whether he’d ever be allowed to see it.
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The End.
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Under The Lantern's Glow Part- Three
Zhan swallowed hard, his eyes lingering on the expanse of bare skin. A heat coiled in his stomach, unbidden and unwelcome. Setting his cup down with more force than intended, he crossed the room.
“Traditions must be respected,” Zhan said, his voice lower now, almost soft. “Let me help you comb your hair.”
Yibo stiffened, his phoenix eyes narrowing as they met Zhan’s through the mirror. His gaze was sharp, almost predatory, and for the first time in his life, Xiao Zhan felt like prey.
Surprise flickered across Yibo’s face but disappeared just as quickly. “If you wish,” he said coolly, leaning back slightly, his guard not entirely lowered.
Zhan reached for the comb with steady hands, careful not to betray the unexpected nervousness stirring within him. As his fingers worked through Yibo’s hair, he marveled at its softness, each stroke of the comb deliberate and reverent. When his fingers brushed the back of Yibo’s neck, he felt the omega tense under his touch, the subtle rise and fall of his breath betraying his discomfort or something more.
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Under The Lantern's Glow Part- Two
“You may lift the veil” Yibo said, his voice calm, carefully neutral. It was the first time he had spoken to Xiao Zhan since the wedding ceremony. The cool detachment in his tone pierced Zhan’s composure more than he cared to admit.
Days ago, Yibo had been a stranger. Now, he was Xiao Zhan’s husband, his omega, whether either of them desired it or not. Yibo’s indifference stung, wounding the alpha pride Zhan carried instinctively.
Hesitating for a breath too long, Zhan stepped forward and reached for the veil. His fingers brushed the cool pearls, sliding them aside to reveal Yibo’s face.
The sight struck him silent. Yibo’s beauty was breathtaking, his sharp features tempered by a quiet fierceness that belied his omega status. Those piercing phoenix eyes met Zhan’s with an intensity that defied the expectations of submission.
“Shall we proceed with the formalities?” Yibo asked, his tone crisp and devoid of warmth.
Zhan’s frown deepened, his pride prickling. “Is that all this is to you? A formality?”
Yibo’s lips curved into a faint, bitter smile. “Isn’t that what it is for both of us? An alliance. A performance for the court. Nothing more.”
The words hung heavy between them. For a long moment, the only sound in the room was the distant crackle of lantern flames.
Zhan exhaled sharply, his expression darkening. “Fine. Let’s not pretend this is anything it’s not.”
He turned abruptly, pouring himself a cup of wine from the low table near the bed. The liquid burned as it slid down his throat, but it was nothing compared to the unexpected heat stirring in his chest as he caught sight of Yibo in the mirror.
The omega had risen from the bed and was seated at the ornate vanity, his slender fingers carefully removing the phoenix crown. His hair spilled down in glossy waves, and with measured precision, he gathered it over his shoulder, the black strands stark against the pale curve of his neck.
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Under The Lantern's Glow Part- One
The grand hall was awash with the soft, golden glow of countless lanterns lining the walls. Their light shimmered against the deep reds and golds of the wedding decorations, casting long shadows that seemed to flicker with the weight of unspoken emotions.
Wang Yibo sat rigidly on the edge of the intricately adorned wedding bedd, his back straight, hands clenched tightly in his lap. His every movement was deliberate, as though a single falter would betray the storm roiling within him.
He was draped in a wedding gown of unparalleled craftsmanship, its crimson silk embroidered with golden phoenixes so intricately detailed they appeared ready to take flight. The garment was heavy against his skin, not merely in fabric but in symbolism, the weight of an omega’s role in this alliance pressing down on him like a silent command.
On the top his head sat the phoenix crown, its delicate strings of pearls cascading down like a veil, obscuring his face. The pearls swayed gently with his smallest movement, an elegant barrier that shielded his emotions from the man who had just stepped into the room.
Xiao Zhan paused at the threshold, his imposing frame silhouetted against the light spilling in from the corridor. His ceremonial alpha robes, tailored to perfection, enhanced the natural authority he carried. His dark eyes swept the room before landing on Yibo, and for a moment, they softened,just a moment.
Beneath the veil, Yibo was an enigma. His posture spoke of defiance, yet his silence hinted at vulnerability. Xiao Zhan's breath caught in his throat, his mind momentarily blank. Then reality intervened. This was not a night for love, this was a duty, an arrangement.
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Hello guys,
I hope you're all doing great. I'm excited to share something new with you today!
I’ve decided to take on a 10-day challenge where I’ll write based on 10 different prompts. It’s my way of pushing myself to get creative and don't be a boring lazy as*.
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In The Quite Of The Night Part 3
Yibo closed his eyes, letting the quiet intimacy of the moment soothe him. The tension in his shoulders eased slightly as Zhan’s thumb began to trace slow, deliberate circles on the back of his hand.
“I’ve started to forget why I’m fighting,” Yibo murmured after a long silence, his voice barely audible.
The gentle motion of Zhan’s thumb stilled. “Why?” he asked softly.
Yibo’s throat tightened, and his next words came haltingly. “I told myself it was to regain everything my father lost. To prove I wasn’t a disgrace. But…” His voice cracked, and he swallowed hard. “What’s the point? There’s no one left to see me redeem myself. The one I thought was loyal—someone I thought belonged to me—betrayed me in daylight.”
He paused, his voice breaking into a whisper. “What’s the purpose of fighting if there’s no one standing with me in the end?”
Zhan’s grip on his hand tightened, firm but reassuring. His voice, when it came, was steady and resolute. “That’s not true. You won’t be standing alone.”
Yibo opened his eyes, lifting his head slightly to meet Zhan’s gaze. There was something unyielding in those dark eyes, a promise etched into their depths.
“You have me,” Zhan said softly.
The weight of those three words pressed into Yibo’s chest, not heavy like grief, but grounding, anchoring him in a way he hadn’t felt in years. Their eyes lingered on each other, the silence between them now charged with something unspoken but powerful.
For the first time that night, Yibo felt a flicker of warmth in the cold void of his heart.
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In The Quite Of The Night Part 2
The soft sound of boots against the stone floor grew louder as Zhan stepped inside, closing the heavy door with a muted thud. He didn’t speak again, instead moving to the table and pulling out a chair opposite Yibo. The scrape of wood against stone echoed in the silence.
For a moment, neither of them spoke. The unspoken tension in the room coiled tightly, a silent storm waiting to break. Yibo’s fingers twitched, his knuckles white from how tightly his hands were clasped.
Finally, he let out a long, uneven breath. Slowly, almost hesitantly, he leaned to the side, resting his head against Zhan’s shoulder. His cheek brushed against the rough fabric of Zhan’s cloak, and the warmth radiating from him was like a small reprieve from the icy cold that had settled in Yibo’s chest. His hand drifted, searching, until it found Zhan’s, resting idly on the edge of the table.
Zhan stiffened for a fleeting moment, his breath catching as though startled. But then, he relaxed, his hand turning to entwine gently with Yibo’s. His fingers were calloused, a warrior’s hands, yet his touch was soft, careful, as if he feared Yibo might break under the weight of his grasp.
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In The Quite Of The Night
The palace was eerily silent after the day’s events, its once-bustling halls now shrouded in a haunting stillness. The corridors stretched endlessly, shadows pooling in every corner as if the walls themselves conspired to suffocate the flickering torchlight. The air felt heavy, thick with the weight of betrayal and unspoken grief.
In the war room, Yibo sat alone. The grand oak table before him was littered with maps and reports, their edges curling as if recoiling from the tension in the room. A goblet of untouched wine sat precariously close to the edge, forgotten. Yibo leaned forward, his elbows resting on his knees, his head bowed low. The dim light from the lanterns above cast jagged lines across his face, emphasizing the exhaustion etched into his features.
The betrayal cut deeper than he wanted to admit. Trust was not something he gave freely; it had always been a carefully rationed commodity. And now, with this latest wound, it felt as though the last of his reserves had been drained.
His chest tightened. He was no stranger to loneliness—it had been his constant companion since childhood. Whispers of his ill-fated birth, the supposed curse he had brought upon his kingdom, had followed him like a shadow. He had carried the guilt of his father’s fall from grace on small, trembling shoulders. Every step he had taken, every battle he had fought, had been to prove he wasn’t the disgrace they all claimed he was. But now, even those who had seemed loyal had turned against him.
The door creaked open. Yibo didn’t look up.
"You should be resting," came Zhan’s voice, calm yet tinged with quiet concern.
Yibo’s lips pressed into a thin line as he exhaled heavily. "So should you."
The soft sound of boots against the stone floor
To be continued......