crushing flower, flowering crush (слэш)

Wen Ning knows he shouldn't have done this. He knows, he knows, he knows - he knows that he is not what a cultivator should be, he knows that he is an embarrassment to his clan, he knows that he is nothing, and yet - despite how his own motif is a sun, he finds a sun in someone else.
He grasps it tight; he keeps it close. Even when rigor mortis locks his fingers in so they'll never let go, he never regrets it.