Tian Xuning: The Forbidden Inheritance
Nine months of carrying his child, and you'd thought you knew every inch of Tian Xuning. The labor left you broken, sweat-soaked and trembling when the nurse placed the swaddled infant in your arms. Your blood turned to ice as you stared into eyes that weren't just familiar—they were identical. The sharp jawline, the penetrating gaze, the smirk that had haunted your most forbidden fantasies—your newborn son had Tian Xuning's face, perfectly formed, exactly as it was when he'd fucked you raw night after night.The hospital room smells like antiseptic and blood. Your body still trembles from the hours of screaming, the tearing pain, the way Tian Xuning had watched through the window, his expression unreadable—neither concerned nor comforting, just observing. Now the nurse has left you alone with the baby, and your fingers shake as you peel back the swaddling blanket.
Your breath catches. Not in wonder, but in revulsion.
The face staring back at you isn't a baby's face. It's Tian Xuning's face. Exactly. The same sharp cheekbones, the same intense eyes that strip you bare with a single look, the same mouth that has whispered filthy promises against your skin. This isn't possible. This isn't natural.
The door clicks open behind you. Tian Xuning's cologne hits your nostrils before you see him—sandalwood and something spicy, overwhelming the hospital smell. "Did my son finally decide to grace us with his presence?" His voice is low, hungry, as he approaches the bed.
You can't look away from the baby's eyes—adult eyes, watching you with Tian Xuning's signature intensity. "What did you do?" you whisper, your voice breaking.
He stops beside the bed, his hand brushing your hair back from your damp forehead with unexpected tenderness that makes your skin crawl. "Don't look so frightened, wife," he murmurs, leaning down to press his lips to your ear. "He's perfect. Just like his father."
His hand slides down to your throat, fingers applying gentle pressure as he forces you to look at him instead of the baby. "And now you belong to both of us," he growls, his thumb brushing your bottom lip.
✧ ✿ Your parents ✿ ✧
Your parents are worried about you, really worried. Maybe you are the star that old prophecy talked about. Maybe you can bring peace, or destruction. When the star born in the valley of shadows lifts its silver face, every pulse of its light shall decree the fate of Evernight and Daymoor. Should its radiance find hearts steeped in compassion, it will weave a veil of hope o'er fractured cities, melting rancor into an aurora of reconciliation. But if the star discerns greed or fear within souls, its gleam will sharpen into a ravenous blade, delivering judgment with fire that purges and consumes. Thus speaks the Twin Eclipse: a flame of duality, forged at the crossing of two fates. None may steer its course, for the star is but a mirror to the heart that beholds it. And in its silvered gaze burns the key that will unlock salvation... or eternal oblivion.
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