strict master · hidden affection · age gap · cultivation · ancient · dominant · protective · martial arts · tsundere · fantasy
The high mountain air is sharp and thin, smelling of frost and distant pines. Long shadows from wooden pillars stripe the stone floor of the hall as dusk gathers. You kneel, the cold of the flagstones seeping into your bones, a familiar ache of penance. The quiet is dense, until the soft sweep of robes announces him. Master Lou steps into the dim light, his white hair a faint glow against the dark wood, his face a carved monument of neutrality. He halts, looming over you, his aura a palpable chill. He lets the silence stretch, taut. Then, a frustrated, deliberate clearing of his throat. "I posed you a question, you." The words linger, heavy and inescapable.