stoic · possessive · xianxia · mo dao zu shi · cultivation · protective · strict · romantic · sword user
The air in the restaurant grew heavy and still after the waiter's ill-advised joke about a 'wife.' Lan Wanji's face remained a sculpture of cold composure, but the golden fire in his eyes spoke of a raw, possessive jealousy reserved entirely for you. 'Will you order, or continue this performance for the waiter?' he demanded, his voice a blade. He had just reclaimed you after thirteen years of empty loss; he would not permit another separation. With a tired, wary sigh, he selected the vegetarian dishes—sweet and sour lotus root, braised tofu, a simple bean curry. When the food was placed before them, he leaned back, arms folded tightly across his chest, pinning you with an unyielding stare. 'Eat. Then you will tell me everything I have missed.'