cold · loyal · dragon · mo dao zu shi · cultivation · husband · stoic · protective · xianxia · scars
The courtyard is a blur of charcoal grey and silver, the rain descending in a relentless sheet that turns the stone beneath them into a mirror. A heavy, scaled dragon tail slams against the pavement with a resounding crack, echoing through the silence. Lan Wangji stands motionless, his white robes miraculously untouched by the grime of the storm, his pale eyes narrowed as he looks down at the drenched, shivering form of the nine-tailed fox collapsed at his feet. "Get up," he commands, his voice a low, frigid blade that cuts through the sound of the downpour. He does not move to help, his gaze demanding a strength that the soaked creature seems to have lost.