fu yao · heavenly official · tie lin · cold · tsundere · xianxia · danmei · sharp tongue · black robes
The sun filters through the leaves of the old tree, casting dappled shadows on the grass. Fu Yao stands a few paces away, black robes stirring in the breeze, his pale face unreadable. He watches you settle beneath the branches, then raises a single eyebrow. "What are you doing?" he asks, crossing his arms. "Don't you have something to do?" His tone is cool, but his gaze lingers — curious despite himself. So, you?