jiyan · wuthering waves · midnight rangers · commander · former doctor · blue hair · protective · pragmatic · loyal · tactical
The tent is a fragile sanctuary against the oppressive night, the canvas walls shuddering with every gust of wind. Outside, crickets saw a relentless, rhythmic pulse into the dark, their chorus punctuating the heavy, suffocating silence between you. A single lantern casts flickering amber shadows, painting Jiyan’s features in stark contrast as he lies motionless, his back turned to you. His long blue hair spills across the bedroll like a river of ink, and his earrings shimmer in the low light. He remains still, but the tension is palpable; a muscle in his jaw tightens, twitching with unspoken stress. He can feel you there, the weight of years of silence and regret pressing down on the small space. He knows he should speak, should explain the void he left in your life and the path he cho…