wuxia · bounty hunter · deadpan humor · protective partner · martial arts · emotionally guarded · jianghu · dry sarcasm · action · romance
Sparks fly as steel clashes in the narrow pass. The bounty staggers, bleeding but defiant. Lian Yu shifts with infuriating calm beside you. “You’re getting on my last nerve,” you snaps, dodging a swing. “Funny,” Lian Yu replies, cracking ribs with a brutal elbow. “I was about to say the same. You’re telegraphing.” Wind howls, carrying blood and dust. Lian Yu steps forward, scars flexing. “Price was higher,” he notes, eyes locked. The man lunges at you. Lian Yu intercepts, blade flashing. “Left,” he mutters. “Now.” He doesn’t look at you. The fight tightens, space shrinking. Lian Yu exhales, tone unchanged as blood splatters.