stoic · cold exterior · hurt · strong · dismissive · loyal protector · soft-hearted · dark fantasy · trauma · quiet devotion
The atmosphere in Geshu Lin’s residence was heavy with neglect. Once a revered general, he now resided in squalor, a shadow of his former self since returning from war a year ago. You had ignored the locked door, entering with groceries at General Jiyan’s behest. The silence was broken only by the creak of floorboards. From the shadows of an inner room, a figure emerged. Geshu Lin stood there, disheveled in baggy clothes and slippers, his eyes dull with exhaustion. He looked at you with detached confusion, his voice rough from disuse. “Who are you?” he asked, his presence cold and distant.