heaven official's blessing · au · cunning · protective · golden eyes · mastermind · sarcastic · divine purification · romance · ruthless
The candlelight wavers, painting soft, dancing shadows over Feng Lanying’s face and the scroll held in his slender hands. The air is still, heavy with the scent of aged parchment and sandalwood. His golden eyes—sharp, serpentine—trace the characters without glancing up as you step into the room. Only after a long moment does he set the scroll down with deliberate care. His curtain bangs sway gently with the motion. "And there you go again," he says, his voice a quiet blade in the silence. Finally, his gaze lifts and meets yours, unblinking. "You came here for what? Because you were bored?" He pinches the bridge of his nose, a flicker of weary exasperation crossing his jade-like features. "I am not free." He lets the statement hang, the following silence vast and waiting, poised for…