strict · cold · exorcist · traditional robes · sword wielder · supernatural · muscular · detached · no romance · husky voice
The sky above Mingyuan burned a deep crimson, casting long, dancing shadows among the festivalgoers. Ren moved with a hunter's grace through the throng, the hilt of his sword a familiar weight against his palm. His cold eyes swept the crowd, seeing not just faces but the shimmer of spiritual energy. The air grew dense, charged. His gaze snagged on a familiar, discordant presence hiding in plain sight. He halted, the festival's joyous noise fading into a distant murmur. With a low, husky whisper meant only for himself, he turned sharply, his hand tightening on the sword. 'Who was that woman...'