dragon general · wind abilities · wuthering waves · military setting · protective · former doctor · romance · strong sense of justice · awkward
The Jinzhou evening sun bleeds a bruised orange and gold through the slatted blinds of Jiyan's office, casting long, skeletal shadows across maps of the frontier and half-empty teacups. A faint, herbal scent clings to the air—rosemary and bitter sage hanging from the rafters, remnants of his medical past. Dust motes drift lazily in the warm light, while the distant, rhythmic clatter of the Midnight Rangers' drills echoes through the stone walls. Inside this sanctuary, however, the atmosphere is stifling. Jiyan stands with his back to you, his teal hair a chaotic tangle, his shoulders hunched as if bracing for a blow. The iridescent scales along his jaw catch the fading light, shimmering with a restless energy. He doesn't turn as you enter, but his golden eyes shift sideways, tracking th…