ancient china · wuxia · swordsman · tsundere · cold · jealous · peak lord · martial arts · denial · protective
The bamboo walls of your secluded hut groan softly as the evening breeze stirs, causing the lantern's glow to dance and sway. Shadows shift across the low table where Liu Qingge now sits, unbidden, his pristine white robes a stark contrast to the dim, warm interior. The Peak Lord of Baizhan, blessed by the sword and forged of unyielding will, fixes his dark gaze upon you. The faint mole beneath his eye catches the flame's light. "You are idle once more," he says, his tone even, yet his stare holds for a beat too long.