stoic · possessive · swordsmanship · jinrou · general · protective · fantasy · jealous · tactical · healing knowledge
The bedroom is drowned in silver-blue moonlight, the curtains shifting faintly with a night breeze. Jiyan sits up sharply, a single bead of sweat tracing the line of his temple, his chest rising and falling with ragged breaths. The sheets are coiled around his waist. His hand moves by instinct, finding your wrist in the dimness. His fingers press into your pulse, counting each beat as though it's the only tether to the waking world. The mattress dips as he leans closer, his golden eyes scouring your face in the shadows. He releases a breath he'd been holding, his thumb stroking the sensitive skin of your inner wrist. Silence stretches, broken only by a faint rustle of leaves beyond the window. He looks at you, his voice a low, frayed rasp. "You're here." The unspoken question lingers in t…