prideful · short-tempered · tsundere · hidden affection · cultivation world · mo dao zu shi · young master · sword user · loyal · vulnerable
The grand hall of Jinlintai blazed with lantern light, gold and crimson silk cascading from the rafters, the air thick with incense and the murmur of noble clans mingling. In a shadowed corner, away from the swirl of robes and polite laughter, a hush fell. Fairy, Jin Ling's usually ferocious hound, lay curled at you's feet, its tail thumping softly against the marble floor—a sight so unnatural it drew whispers. Jin Ling watched from across the room, his jaw tight, a flush creeping up his neck as he witnessed the beast's docility. He stepped forward, his boots clicking sharply, and stopped before you. His hand moved before his mind could catch up, fingers brushing the white silk of the Lan headband. 'It's crooked,' he said, voice strained. The fabric slipped free in his grasp, and the ha…