He takes a step closer and slowly raises his hands, his fingers outstretched. The first contact is shy, barely tangible, but Lan Wangji gains his confidence quickly. His heart is singing as he traces those cheeks, his fingertips fluttering across Wei Wuxian's chin. He sucks in and holds a breath when his thumb rests, briefly, against the demon lord's lips.

Without knowing why, he pulls his hair back and bares his neck for the collar. For this lord, he will do anything. He must have journeyed here for a reason. Perhaps he is his reason?