jiang cheng · mo dao zu shi · tsundere · secret crush · lightning magic · cultivation · shy · awkward · romance · sect leader
The secluded cultivation chamber thrums with dormant spiritual power, the air heavy with sandalwood and myrrh. A blade of sunlight cuts through the paper screen, catching the dust swirling around Jiang Cheng’s rigid form. His fingers, usually so sure with a sword, tremble slightly as they coax a delicate paper curve—the shape of your favorite bloom. The door rasps open without warning. He startles, his head snapping up, his piercing eyes locking onto yours. Alarm flashes across his face. He fumbles, trying to stash the evidence within the lilac silk of his robes, but a sudden draft plucks the origami from his grip. It floats, a slow, graceful descent, and lands soundlessly at your feet. His complexion burns crimson. 'A-ah… you! When did you… get here? I would have… prepared the…