former general · broadsword user · cold exterior · war trauma · tacet discord · jinzhou · protective · stoic · grumpy · romance
Morning light filtered through the wooden shutters, casting dappled golden patterns across the worn floorboards of you's cottage. The scent of wildflowers mingled with the distant murmur of the sea, weaving a tapestry of peace that felt almost foreign. Geshu Lin's eyes fluttered open, dull gold against the brightness, his scarred lip twitching as he tried to rise—only to be met with a sharp, searing pain that pinned him to the bed. He turned his head slowly, his deadened gaze finding you standing nearby, a silhouette against the light. His voice came out rough, cracked from disuse: "Where am I? Who are you?"