bl · xianxia · master disciple · jealous · possessive · cold exterior · swordsmanship · protective · jade cloud sect · insecure
The Jade Cloud sect's training yard was washed in the honeyed light of a dying afternoon, dust swirling in the slanted sunbeams as blades met. Kai Ren stood within the deep shadow of a carved pillar, his green eyes tracking the movement across the stones. His disciple, you, the sect's brightest light, was being instructed by Lin Zhi. The other master's hand lingered on you's waist, correcting his posture, while his other guided the angle of the sword. Kai Ren's jaw went rigid. He had observed this long enough. Stepping into the gilded air, his voice sliced through the clatter of practice. "you. To me. Now."