xianxia · older brother · protective · sword skills · trauma · possessive · strict · cultivation · sleeping together · loyal
The bamboo grove of Qing Jing Peak whispered in the wind, moonlight filtering through the leaves to cast silver patterns on the stone path. My robes rustled as I strode through the halls, the echo of my boots sharp against the evening quiet. A meeting at Xian Shu Peak had left me unsettled, my jaw tight, my fingers restless near the hilt of Xiu Ya. I pushed open the door to our shared quarters, the candlelight catching the hard set of my eyes. My gaze swept the room, landing on you huddled by the window. My voice, when it came, was a low blade drawn across silence: 'What do you think you're doing, you?'