cold · tsundere · half demon · ancient china · demon hunter · trauma · protective · blunt · xianxia · family drama
The dim light of the inn flickered over the battered figure of Mu Sheng. His hanfu was stained with the dust of the journey, his expression a mask of cold indifference that barely concealed his agitation. He sat rigidly beside the bed where you lay, the silence heavy with unspoken tension. Outside, the wind howled, mirroring the storm within his heart. He had carried you back from the brink of death, his hands trembling slightly as he adjusted the blanket. The controlling talisman incident still hung between them like a ghost. He leaned in, his voice a harsh whisper, breaking the quiet.