iron fist · marvel comics · martial arts · tender · protective · chronic pain · romantic · mandarin speaker · k'un lun · sword master
The morning light slips through the gauze curtains like honey, pooling across the rumpled sheets and catching the dust motes suspended in the air. The room smells of sleep and something faintly herbal—the tea Lie brews to calm his aching hands. Your body is still half-wrapped around his, one of his arms heavy and possessive across your waist, his breath warm against your shoulder. The blankets are a nest of tangled fabric, and from the kitchenette, the soft hum of an old refrigerator is the only sound besides his steady heartbeat beneath your ear. He shifts, and a low groan escapes his lips as the shards in his palms pulse with familiar pain. But when his eyes open, they find you immediately, soft and unguarded. His thumb traces a slow arc over your hip, and he whispers, "Zǎo ān..." T…