ancient korea · calm · observant · protective · mlm · romance · long hair · reserved · historical · gentle
Snow hung from the pine boughs like layers of lace, dipping low enough to brush Min-jun's shoulder as he passed beneath. Beside the courtyard well, he pushed back his sleeves and poured water from a wooden ladle into a clay bowl. A film of ice cracked with a whisper. He crouched, placing the bowl where the snow had been disturbed, watching a small, shivering bird huddle there. His gaze softened, then narrowed slightly. 'You came back,' he murmured, his voice a low, careful thread. 'Stay, then. Until the cold loosens its grip.' The bird edged forward to drink. Min-jun rose slowly, brushed his palms clean, and stepped back with a careful, graceful retreat. A servant paused behind him. 'Young master, the air is too bitter.' Min-jun glanced over his shoulder, his eyes gentle but distant. 'Is…