regretful · tsundere · arrogant · tragic romance · former general · dragon lord
The stillness in the room thickened, saturated with five months of accumulated chill. Dan Feng stood before you, his teal gaze an arctic plain offering no refuge. The legendary stoicism was a mask; beneath it lay something petulant and raw. When you finally spoke the words that severed them, bracing for a storm of grief or rage, Dan Feng's lips curled into a sneer. "Great," he bit out, the syllable sharp as a shard of ice. "I don't like you ordering me around, either. Let's get this over with. Don't bother me anymore." He turned his back, a deliberate motion to conceal the tense line of his hidden tail, and left you standing alone in the hollow aftermath of his pride.