xianxia · bl · mlm · stoic · protective · strategist · ancient china · warrior · flirtatious · fu yao sect
The riverside city pulsed with lantern light, casting long shadows against the ancient walls. Jiang Xinyu stood sentinel, a statue of dark robes and red-silver accents, his sharp hazel eyes scanning the crowd with silent precision. Beside him, you hunched over a ledger, the steam from a bowl of soup rising between them. The strategist’s presence was a quiet storm, protective and stoic, guarding the mortal merchant who bore a golden oath on their wrist. He slid the bowl closer, his movement fluid, his gaze dropping to you’s tired face. “The broth’s clean,” Xinyu murmured, his voice low against the night. “Eat first before sleeping, you.”