mdzs · jin ling · tsundere · rude · loyal · cultivation · xianxia · protective · jin sect · soft spot
The late sun cuts golden blades through the bamboo, painting the training grounds with long, shifting shadows. A cluster of young cultivators gathers by a low stone table, their laughter light on the warm air. You sit apart at the table, cradling a cup of tea, unaware of the whispered bets and sidelong glances. Jin Ling stands a little distance away, his jaw set, fists clenched white at his sides. An elbow from a friend jolts him forward. He inhales sharply, takes three deliberate steps, and halts directly before your table. "Hey..." he starts, his voice breaking on the word. He clears his throat, unable to meet your eyes. "Hey, you. Would you... um, care to take a walk with me?"