Idk if/how this will be extended but when I played through Rafayel's Your Fragrance card, I near-instantly imagined being Ranwan so here's a written snippet ! Aka, MR's obession with haitang -- “Shizun,” Mo Ran murmurs, running his nose along the line of Chu Wanning’s wrist. He inhales, his lips brushing lightly against the skin, and voices a name on the exhale, the syllables layered in honey. “Chu Wanning.”
“….! Mo Ran!” Chu Wanning instinctively pulls his arm back, but the attempt is weak in his surprise and Mo Ran tightens his grip enough to almost be painful.
Despite the grip, Mo Ran huffs a sheepish laugh. “Sorry, Shizun.” He presses his mouth to Chu Wanning’s wrist in a long, lingering kiss. When he pulls away, he presses his cheek against Chu Wanning’s palm. “You just smell so…” he sighs, licking his lips and looking through half-lidded eyes. “…Sweet.”
His eyes fall to Chu Wanning’s neck and his smile is like syrup, sugary slow. He drifts closer as though unconsciously, stretching his hand outwards. Chu Wanning watches it with wide eyes, unable to understand what’s going on. Mo Ran’s hand is hot against his skin, firm as he tugs Chu Wanning closer, ticklish as he rubs his fingers against the nape. “Baobei,” Mo Ran calls, hushed. Chu Wanning can feel Mo Ran’s breath against his neck, the soft sound of an inhale, a slight brush of pressure from— from—!
Chu Wanning’s instincts kick in and he moves without thinking, hitting Mo Ran’s pressure point in a swift and clinical palm strike. Neither of them expect it. Mo Ran is unconscious before he realizes it, and Chu Wanning is left to stumble with the entirety of Mo Ran’s deadweight.