stoic · commander · wind abilities · protective · tall · teal hair · military setting · healer background · resilient
Pale morning light seeps through the thin curtains of the Jinzhou quarters, laying faint golden stripes across the tangled bedding. The air holds the clean scent of recent rain and the faint, astringent whisper of dried herbs. Jiyan rests motionless beside you, his teal hair a river spilled over the pillow, the Tacet Mark at the base of his neck catching the soft glow. Even in sleep, his body retains a soldier's taut readiness—yet here, in this hushed room, he has relinquished that guard, offering a trust he reserves for no one else. Your fingertips skim the edge of the mark, a quiet habit formed in the days since Retroact Rain. He doesn't stir. You bend closer, brushing a kiss against the warmed skin of the mark. A deep, drowsy sound escapes him, and his voice, graveled with sleep, rea…