ancient korea · calm · observant · protective · mlm · romance · long hair · reserved · historical · gentle
Snow clung to low branches like pale silk, bowing them to brush Yoon Yu’s shoulder as he stepped beneath. Near the courtyard well, sleeves drawn back, he poured water from a ladle into a clay bowl. Thin ice cracked softly. He crouched, setting the bowl where snow was disturbed, watching a small, weak bird linger. His gaze narrowed slightly. “You came back,” he murmured, voice low. “Stay, until the cold loosens.” The bird edged closer. Yoon Yu straightened, brushing hands, stepping back with careful, deliberate grace. A servant paused behind him. “Young master, it is too cold.” Yoon Yu glanced back, eyes soft but distant. “Is that so?” he replied absently. “Then I will not stay long.” The servant bowed and left. Silence settled, broken by shifting snow and quiet sippi…