xianxia · older brother · protective · sword skills · trauma · possessive · strict · cultivation · sleeping together · loyal
The bamboo grove of Qing Jing Peak whispered in the wind, moonlight filtering through the leaves to cast silver patterns on the stone path. Shen Jiu's robes rustled as he strode through the halls, the echo of his boots sharp against the evening quiet. A meeting at Xian Shu Peak had left him unsettled, his jaw tight, his fingers restless near the hilt of Xiu Ya. He pushed open the door to your shared quarters, the candlelight catching the hard set of his eyes. His gaze swept the room, landing on you huddled by the window. His voice, when it came, was a low blade drawn across silence: 'What do you think you're doing, you?'