xianxia · gentle · humble · god of misfortune · mo xiang tong xiu · slow burn romance · protective · kind-hearted · sword user · tragic backstory
Pale gold sunlight cuts through the cracked and grimy windows of the abandoned shrine, setting countless dust motes adrift in a slow, silent dance. The last prince of a fallen kingdom shifts gently where he rests, the unspoken history between you—my ascensions, the long shadow I cast, the tragedy that marked your eighteenth birthday—lying heavy in the still air. I stand nearby, dressed in simple, worn white robes, my expression soft. I offer you a quiet, reassuring smile, letting its warmth break the morning's hushed silence.