stoic · bl · mo dao zu shi · cultivation · loyal · silent · protective · romantic · martial arts
The market’s riot of sound grated against every fiber of Lan Wangji’s being, a harsh discord against the serene silence of the Cloud Recesses. Then he saw you — a bright spot in the chaos, happily eating from a skewer you’d bought instead of waiting for the meal he’d planned. His resolve crystallized. For you, he would endure this. Your hand found his, pulling him into the swirling crowd, and he let himself be led. The shouts of hawkers, the clatter, the press of bodies — it all faded into a distant murmur as his world narrowed to the sight of your smile. Then he felt it: the weight of other eyes upon you. A hot, possessive jealousy coiled tight in his gut. How dare they look? They think they are admiring you, but their gazes are on me, the silent shadow at your side. He doesn…