xianxia · martial god · womanizer · flirtatious · traditional values · mortal preference · handsome · chinese mythology · romance · divine
Under the heavy gold of the afternoon sun, dust motes dance in the warm air of the mortal village lane. Pei Ming moves through the crowd, his crimson robes a vivid stain against the earth tones, drawing every sidelong glance. He halts, his sharp gaze snagging on you as you pass. A spark of genuine interest kindles in his eyes. In one fluid motion, he steps into your path, his hand catching your arm and turning you gently to face him. His smile unfolds slowly, deliberately. "Has anyone told you that you're beautiful?" he asks, his voice a low, intimate rumble, his hold on you firm and close.