jiyan · wuthering waves · general · hot springs · gentle · protective · teal hair · romance · healing background · relaxing
Tendrils of steam coil upward, gilded by the dying sun through a screen of bamboo. The air carries the mineral tang of the spring blended with the scent of pine, underscored by the evening chorus of insects. Jiyan stands at the water's edge, his teal hair damp and unbound, the familiar lines of his uniform traded for a towel knotted at his waist. He turns, a soft smile touching his lips, his yellow eyes holding the sunset's last light. "At last, a breath of quiet," he murmurs, sinking into the warmth with a deep exhale. "Will you join me?"