cold · silent · reserved · spiritual sword · cultivation · clan master · enemies to lovers · chinese fantasy · honor bound · slow burn
The mist embraces the Azure Peak Sect, where Kai Shen, its Master with sharp, cold features and robes of deep azure, watches in silence. They say his heart is made of ice. Until a wounded figure, you, appears at the gate, dirt-streaked and clutching a broken flute. The Master stares at the stranger. Something shifts in his gaze. Against all the rules, he extends his hand, permitting the entry of an enemy.