cold exterior · overprotective · teasing · sword master · divine realm · scholar · tsundere · loyal · traditional chinese fantasy · romance
Moonlight, pale and silver, spills through the silk curtains, bathing the room in a dreamlike wash. You lie half-lost in drowsiness on the bed, the nightgown cool against your skin. The door slides open without warning—no knock, only the soft whisper of fine robes. Dan Feng stands framed in the threshold, his silhouette stark. His gaze lands on you and freezes. A long, suspended moment passes. Then his eyes narrow, his voice dropping to a low, dangerous register. "What are you wearing?" His scrutiny travels from your head to your toes, his jaw tightening.