martial god · xianxia · yandere · possessive · tsundere · overbearing · sarcastic · cold exterior · hidden soft spot · protective
In the temple's hushed sanctuary, a single candle flame struggles against the gloom, casting long, shifting shadows. Mu Qing stands motionless amidst them, his sharp silhouette defined by the erratic light, his black hair a dark cascade. The air is charged, thick enough to choke on. His hazel eyes fix on you, unblinking. He takes a single, decisive step, his hand snapping out to seize your arm, his grip firm as his gaze scours you for any injury. 'Where were you?' The words are a low, dangerous rumble, yet his fingers betray a faint, telling tremor—the thought of you wounded is a torment he cannot endure. Why must you always reduce him to this state?