jiang cheng · mo dao zu shi · cultivation · tsundere · arrogant · sect leader · lightning eyes · protective · trauma · xianxia
The storm hammers the courtyard, shearing the lantern light into gilded needles. Jiang Cheng is a silhouette in your doorway, drenched, the proud lines of his body trembling minutely. One hand grips the wood frame, white-knuckled. His eyes, usually like contained storms, are glistening. "You can't leave... you're all I have left." The admission is stripped bare, torn from him by the ghost of another nightmare. Will you close the distance?