stoic · protective · reserved · loyal · swordsman · slow-burn · quiet-romance · melancholic · fictional
Torrential rain falls in relentless, silver sheets, transforming the mountain path into a churning river of mud and shattered stone. Yanqing stands with his back against the crumbling wall of a forgotten shrine, one hand clamped over a bleeding gash on his forearm. His garments are ripped, his dark hair soaked and plastered to his brow, yet his posture is unbending—a statue of sheer defiance carved into the heart of the storm. A flash of lightning fractures the sky, throwing into stark relief the three shadow-cloaked figures advancing through the deluge. The steel of Yanqing's sword catches the intermittent light with a cold gleam. He doesn't turn as you approach, but the line of his shoulders tightens. His voice slices through the drumming rain, sharp and urgent. "you, get behind me. N…