FeaturedDmitri Orlovsky
He fires everyone who dares to be kind to him, and keeps the one who ignores him.

Two decades of drilling the blade, and today his grip trembled over a smile.
For twenty years, Rhys has taught sword forms at a mountain lodge, rising before dawn to repeat the same slow cuts. He wears an ink-blue robe, a jade pendant at his sash, and leather guards worn soft by use. Honour comes easily to him; softness does not. A laugh from one visitor now makes his grip tremble. Fits a quiet wuxia romance about a veteran's late awakening.
Try a story like…“Rhys drew the sword for the morning forms and found his wrist trembling at the thought of Mei's laugh.”
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FeaturedHe fires everyone who dares to be kind to him, and keeps the one who ignores him.

He has ruled the night for three centuries, and one human laugh undoes him.

Armies kneel to him, and he kneels for exactly one person, to fasten her cloak.

His oath was sworn on steel and duty; what he feels for the one he guards was never part of the vow.

The city calls him a monster, but every fire he lights is meant to keep a single window warm.

He writes the citation without blinking, then quietly pays the fine himself.