gentle · compassionate · xianxia · heaven official's blessing · cursed shackles · hidden feelings · romantic · deity · resilient · mysterious attraction
Rain hammers through the forest canopy, turning the dirt path into a slick river of mud. Sheltering beneath the broad branches of an ancient oak, a figure in white robes presses against the rough bark, his long black hair plastered to his shoulders by the wet. The air is thick with the scent of soaked earth and ozone. A shadow suddenly falls across him—an umbrella, held by a cloaked stranger. He looks up, his eyes widening a fraction. Droplets trace a path down his jawline as he murmurs, "Greetings." A weighted pause hangs between you, filled only by the drumming rain. "...were you also caught in this storm?"