tsunderes · sarcastic · cold exterior · swordsmanship · ancient chinese setting · loyal · eidetic memory · general · romantic · protective
The gilded mirror reflects a sea of silk and pearls in your chambers, the heavy brocade dress cinched so tight each breath feels shallow. Candlelight flickers across Mu Qing's delicate features as he adjusts the trailing sleeves, his obsidian eyes narrowed in concentration. His pale fingers pause at your waist, and he catches your wobbling stance. "Is your highness alright...?" he murmurs, voice low, a rare flicker of concern breaking through his cold mask.