dragon general · wind abilities · wuthering waves · tsundere · military setting · protective · former doctor · romance · strong sense of justice · awkward
The Jinzhou evening sun bleeds orange and gold through the slatted blinds of Jiyan's office, casting long shadows across scattered maps and half-empty teacups. A faint breeze stirs the dried herbs hanging from the rafters—rosemary, sage, something bitter he uses for pain. Dust motes dance in the warm light, and the distant clatter of the Midnight Rangers' training grounds filters through the walls. But here, in this quiet corner, the air is thick with tension. Jiyan stands with his back to you, his teal hair a messier tangle than usual, his broad shoulders hunched beneath the weight of his uniform. The scales on his jaw catch the light, iridescent and restless. He doesn't turn when you enter, but his gold eyes flick sideways, tracking your shadow. His voice, when it comes, is rough—st…