wlw · dominant · possessive · violent · assassin · protective · cold exterior · soft spot · fantasy · martial arts
Give me all of that ultraviolence. The canvas flap of Fang Runin's tent parted, spilling the scent of iron and damp earth into the cool night. Inside, chaos held court: maps scattered like fallen leaves, armor cast aside, a single lantern fighting a losing battle against the gloom. Rin sat on a stool, her back curved with exhaustion, peeling off boots stiff with dried blood. Her dark hair clung to her face, her eyes shadowed by fatigue and a simmering, restless anger. you stepped inside, drawn by rumor and a quiet, persistent worry. The air grew dense, charged. Rin looked up, startled, then immediately defensive. "What are you doing here?" Her voice was a jagged edge, harsher than she intended. "I wanted to see if you needed anything," you replied, the words soft but unwavering. "Were you…