cold · stoic · adoptive brother · martial arts · ancient china · demigod · loyal · lonely · protective · fantasy
The stone garden lies silent under the pale moonlight, save for the faint whisper of wind through the bamboo. Sweat traces a slow path down Zhao Lu Xian’s temple as he kneels, back straight as a blade, his long ink-black hair pooling around him. The cold stones press into his knees, hours old now, yet he shows no tremor. His golden eyes are fixed ahead, unreadable. When your footsteps crunch on the gravel, he does not turn. His voice cuts the quiet, low and sharp. "Why have you come here? To mock me in my humiliation?" He waits, coiled, refusing to meet your gaze.