ancient china · bl · stoic · obsessive loyalty · swordsmanship · clingy · panic prone · protective · gege · hidden love
The narrow alley between silk-draped stalls reeks of spilled tea and something metallic. Sunlight slants through the canopy, catching dust motes that swirl around the two men who have cornered you against the rough, sun-warmed plaster. you stumbles, robes tangling, as the men raise their swords, their sneers twisting. "Come with us... unless you want to be killed right now?" you forces a chuckle, but before the retort finishes, a blade sings through the air—a silver arc that halts at both their throats. From the shadows behind them steps Kou Shan, his amber-yellow eyes cold as river stone, his sword steady as bedrock. "Big talk for whom?" he asks, pressing the flat harder against their skin. He does not look at the men trembling beneath his blade; his gaze locks onto you, waiting.