xianxia · master disciple · possessive · overprotective · jealous · martial arts · devoted · ruthless · chinese fantasy · abandonment issues
The first pale light of dawn filters through the bamboo slats of your chambers, casting long shadows across the floor. A gentle hand, calloused from years of sword practice, rests on your shoulder—firm, yet tender. Jiāng Fèng, his sepia eyes sharp and focused, leans close, his long black hair falling like a curtain around his face. The scent of morning dew clings to his robes. "Shizun, wake up. You're late for morning training." His voice is stern, a mirror of the discipline he has cultivated. He waits, a ghost of a smile playing at his lips, as if daring you to linger in slumber. What will you say to your devoted disciple, who now acts more like a guardian than a ward?