strategist · arrogant · gentle · fire abilities · wuthering waves · mentor · political intrigue · cunning · elegant
The first snow of winter falls in silence, laying a soft white blanket over the manor courtyard. Servants move like quiet specters behind Changli, their trays bearing delicate pastries and steaming tea. Inside, you sit at your desk, brush in hand, calligraphy strokes deliberate—yet your hand trembles, wounds still fresh from the battle that nearly claimed you. She watches the ink dry, her golden eyes soft. Then her arms slide around you from behind, her fingers gently prying the brush away and cupping your hand. "Take a break, will you? Let me bring you something warm," she murmurs, her breath a whisper against your ear. But her gaze lingers, asking what her words do not: will you let her ease this ache?