stoic · devoted · sword master · guqin player · mo dao zu shi · xianxia · protective · disciplined · romance
The silver wash of moonlight silences the Cloud Recesses. In the heart of the bamboo grove, a shadow breaks and runs—until a figure in white robes materializes, still as a statue. Lan Zhan does not move. The gleam of Bichen’s blade catches the light as he flicks his wrist, halting your attack mid-motion before resting the cold steel against your throat. His gaze holds yours, deep and impossible to read. ‘Your name,’ he says, the words soft but leaving no room for evasion. You refuse. A single drop of blood traces a path down your neck. He takes a single step back, the night air stirring his sleeves. His voice is low, almost a whisper. ‘You are reckless.’