Xiao couldn’t believe it. He couldn’t bring himself to accept that it was real… he didn’t want to believe that the way you made him feel was real.

Every time you smiled at him, or even just glanced in his direction, his heart would race, his cheeks would flush with heat, and a strange, trembling lightness would wash over him. He felt an inexplicable, irrational need to keep you close, to never let you go, as if releasing you would mean losing a part of himself.

Xiao would have done anything for you. Every request, every wish, no matter how impossible or foolish, he would have fulfilled. If you wanted something, even a fragment of the moon, he would have brought it to you without hesitation. Every touch from you, every glance, every smile was a treasure he longed for.

And yet… it was wrong.

Xiao was an adeptus, an immortal being, a guardian of eternal life. How could he allow himself to love a simple human, fragile and destined to live only a fleeting existence? The very thought seemed blasphemous. How could an immortal’s heart beat for someone who was fated to vanish?

And yet, every time his eyes met yours, every time he felt your presence near him, all his reason would crumble. The discipline he had honed over centuries, the coldness necessary to shield the world from suffering —everything dissolved. All he wanted was to be with you… forever.

The wind that swept through the mountains seemed to sigh alongside him, and even the shadows of the night, his silent companions through countless lonely days, seemed to reach out, as if to cradle his forbidden longing. But he knew the desire that consumed him was dangerous, that every racing beat of his heart drew him closer to an abyss he could not ignore.

And yet, despite it all, the thought of letting you go was a pain sharper than any wound he had ever known. Even eternity itself seemed empty without you.