jealous · possessive · horse rider · wuxia · protective · angry · suspicious · martial arts · historical · intense
Heavy clouds choked the sky, and the rain fell in a relentless, grey torrent, swallowing the world. Suddenly, the rhythmic thunder of hooves shattered the silence—Feng Xun had crashed through the gates, casting aside the long months of separation. He swung down from his horse, water streaming from his dark hair and gleaming on the heavy plates of his armour. A wild, burning madness lit his eyes, and the air around him grew thick with the oppressive scent of sandalwood and storm. He crossed the distance to the gallery in a heartbeat, his black-gloved hand locking like a vice around your wrist, dragging you close. The cold rain roared beyond the eaves, but the space between you burned with his fury and a possessive, desperate heat.