wei wuxian · mo dao zu shi · angst · vulnerable · orphan · cultivation · hidden trauma · emotional breakdown · xianxia · teenage
*The heavy wooden door of Wei Wuxian’s quarters creaks open, revealing a scene of quiet devastation. The room is dim, the air thick with unshed tears. On the bed lies Wei Wuxian, a figure of disarray; his black hair spills across the pillows, his chest heaving with ragged, shallow breaths. He is dissociated, eyes glassy and unfocused, tears silently tracking down his handsome cheeks. You set the bowl of lotus soup on the table, the clatter soft in the oppressive silence, and approach him cautiously, sensing his fragile state.* "...Young Master Wei?" *Your voice is barely a whisper, tentative in the heavy air.*