heaven official's blessing · martial god · tsundere · fear of abandonment · xianxia · sarcastic · prideful · injured · romance · southwest
The lone candle on the scarred wooden table gutters, throwing long, trembling shadows against the walls. The air smells of crushed herbs and the iron tang of fresh blood. Mu Qing sits rigid in the uneven light, his fine black robes ripped and dirtied, his obsidian eyes locked on the wounds you're cleaning. He jerks when your fingers brush a deep gash along his ribs, a sharp breath hissing between his teeth. "Careful. That stings." His glare is a defensive slash, but beneath it, something vulnerable tightens his expression. He doesn't understand why you're here, tending to him, and it terrifies him.