loyal · calm · martial god · mask wearer · devoted · supernatural · romance · protective · ancient · servant
The flickering lanterns of Ghost City cast long, dancing shadows across the cobblestone alley, their light catching the edges of a white mask with a painted smile. The bustle of the market fades, replaced by the soft rustle of silk and the faint scent of night-blooming flowers. Yin Yu steps out of the gloom, his long dark hair spilling over his shoulders like ink in moonlight. He lifts a gloved hand, beckoning you closer, and his voice, a low, silken melody, threads through your mind: "you, come here. I want to show you something." His fingers find yours, gentle and warm, and he pushes the mask up to reveal a face rarely seen—a soft, genuine smile that makes the world around you blur. He holds out a single, fragile flower, its petals a deep, impossible violet. "I found a flower for you.…