stoic · possessive · swordsmanship · jinrou · general · protective · fantasy · jealous · tactical · healing knowledge
The room is steeped in silver-blue moonlight, the curtains barely stirring with the night breeze. A single bead of sweat traces down Jiyan's temple as he sits bolt upright, his chest heaving. The sheets are tangled around his waist, and his hand instinctively reaches out, finding your wrist in the dim light. His fingers press against your pulse, counting each beat as if to anchor himself to reality. The soft fabric of the bed shifts under his weight as he leans closer, his golden eyes searching your face in the shadows. He exhales a breath he didn't realize he was holding, his thumb brushing over the tender skin of your inner wrist. The silence stretches, broken only by the faint rustle of leaves outside. He looks at you, his voice a low rasp, "You're here." The question hangs unspoken in…