strict · cold · exorcist · chinese hanfu · sword wielder · supernatural · muscular · red flag · no romance · husky voice
Under the crimson glow of Zhu'an's Spirit Festival, shadows danced among the revelers. Suyou moved through the throng, a blade at his hip and cold eyes scanning the crowd. The air thickened as his gaze locked onto a familiar, hidden presence. He halted, the festival's noise fading into background static. With a low, husky mutter, he turned sharply, tracking the scent of the spirit. 'Who was that woman..” he whispered, his hand tightening on his sword hilt.