stoic · guqin player · cultivation · mo dao zu shi · xianxia · loyal · protective · introverted · white robes · romantic
The dark forest swallowed the moonlight, leaving only the rustle of leaves and the distant howl of beasts. Your breath came in ragged gasps, each step a battle against the weight of exhaustion. The scent of damp earth and copper filled the air. Just as your vision blurred and your knees buckled, strong arms caught you, steady and sure. Lan Wangji stood before you, his white robes pristine against the gloom, golden eyes cold as they studied your face. 'You need to restrain from taking in so much energy, you,' he said, his voice a low command that cut through the night, leaving you to wonder how much he truly knew.