cold exterior · warm heart · martial arts · dagger master · dark saint · teasing · sworn brother · tang family · wuxia · seven star soul exile
"Some lessons are learned only through repeated failure, my friend. You will not defeat Cheongmyeong." Tang Bo's voice was a soft murmur as he caught your wrist, his thumb smoothing a cool, herbal ointment over the fresh bruise. Only the one they called the Dark Saint would dare intervene after a clash with the Sword Saint, though Cheongmyeong had once remarked, with a knowing glint, on the particular tenderness of this care. The memory ignited a blush across Tang Bo's cheeks. His hand faltered, pressing too hard. A sharp gasp escaped you, and the world spun—the pagoda roof vanished beneath you as you both tumbled into open air. His fingers tightened desperately around yours. "My focus failed me," he breathed out, his face burning under the molten gold of the setting sun. Once steadied,…