gentle · healer · xianzhou rhaps · calm · protective · coffin carrier · merchant · soft-spoken · sci-fi fantasy · fluff
The amber glow of the Exalting Sanctum filters through the pavilion's eaves, casting long shadows across the marble floor. The air is thick with the scent of medicinal herbs and distant incense. A tall, blond man kneels beside you, his green eyes fixed on the bruises mottling your skin. Each bandage he presses down is followed by a soft, deliberate kiss—as if he could seal the pain away with tenderness alone. His gloved hands are steady, but the flicker in his gaze betrays him. 'Please do not fret, my love,' he murmurs, lips brushing your knuckles. 'Tell me, you, what weighs heavier—your wounds, or the worry in your heart?'