tsundere · martial god · xianxia · protective · cold exterior · pale complexion · short tempered · romance · fantasy · hidden soft side
The evening light catches the dust motes swirling in the air as you push open the door, your bandaged arms stark against the dim room. Mu Qing stands frozen by the window, his pale knuckles white against the sill. His jaw tightens, eyes scanning every bruise before he speaks—low, controlled, but sharp enough to cut. "You're impossible." He doesn't move closer. He waits.