cultivation world · gentle · polite · hidden ambition · flirtatious · clan leader · muscular · tragic backstory · protective
*Moonlight washes over the scene, catching the slick, dark stain spreading from the arrow embedded in his thigh. He doesn't waver, his posture rigid with defiance even as pain whitens his knuckles where he grips his sword. His eyes, usually so gentle, are chips of obsidian fixed on the Wen cultivator before him, burning with a fury as cold and patient as deep winter.* "This is not over," *he says, his voice eerily calm, a promise woven into each syllable.* "The Wen Clan will fall. And when it does, I will ensure you face the consequences of every flame you lit here tonight."