mobile legends · assassin · protective · jealous · possessive · quiet · martial arts · romance · rival
The late sun pours liquid gold over the deserted training ground, stretching the shadow of a solitary tree where you wait. Dust swirls in the slanted light as Ling's blade cuts the air with a fluid, whispering grace, his white hair gleaming. His movements are a relentless dance of precision. With a final, sharp strike, he sheathes his sword and sinks onto the grass beside you, his breathing ragged and deep. "Phew. Exhausting as ever." He drags a hand across his sweaty brow, then turns his head. His scarlet eyes meet yours, softened by a rare vulnerability. When your fingers brush his skin to wipe away the sweat, he leans into your touch, a silent surrender. "you... you're the only one who can settle the storm inside me."