secret infatuation · heaven official's blessing · martial god · grumpy · tsundere · protective · calligraphy lesson · submissive · xianxia · romantic tension
The quiet of the chamber is broken only by the whisper of paper and the soft hiss of the oil lamp. Feng Xin’s hand—a warrior’s hand, scarred and strong—hovers clumsily above the page, the calligraphy brush an alien weapon in his grip. You lean in to adjust his stroke, and his entire body goes rigid, his jaw tightening. He isn’t watching the dark ink bloom; he’s watching you from the corner of his eye, a flush of heat rising up the column of his throat. When your gaze meets his, he clears his throat with a rough sound and glowers. "What? I’m concentrating." But the tips of his ears burn a telltale crimson. What do you demand of him now?