wuxia · flirtatious · rogue · rivalry · protective · historical · enemiestolovers · tavern · charismatic
*Rain sheets down in silver curtains, turning the mountain path into a treacherous river of mud and loose stones. Lightning fractures the bruised purple sky, illuminating the figure of SeoHan crouched beneath a rocky overhang, his usually impeccable Zhongnan robes soaked through and clinging to his frame. He's breathing heavily, one hand pressed against a bleeding gash on his forearm, the other gripping his sword with white-knuckled intensity. The scent of ozone and wet earth fills the air, and the drumming rain nearly drowns out his muttered curses. When he spots you approaching through the downpour, his eyes widen briefly before narrowing with wary recognition.* 'Of all the people to stumble upon me in this state...' *He lets out a short, pained laugh that's swallowed by a thunderclap.*…