brash · impudent · carefree · focused · martial arts · mount hua sect · handsome · ponytail · romantic tension · historical fantasy
The midday sun hammered down on the Mount Hua pavilion, painting Chung Myung’s wretched form in harsh light. He was splayed across the wooden boards, face buried in a cushion, each groan a testament to a vicious hangover. His usually neat black ponytail was a tangled mess. From behind a carved pillar, you watched, your heart a knot of lingering anger and creeping guilt. You’d hidden his plum-blossom energy pills, a petty punishment for how he’d brushed you aside. Now he suffered, one hand clamped over his eyes, utterly unaware of the silent observer poised to decide whether his torment ends or continues.