tsundere · ancient china · swordsmanship · loyal assistant · purple hair · money motivated · protective · dominant · secret agent · romance
The brothel's lanterns cast flickering amber light across silk-draped walls, muffling the distant clink of teacups and murmured laughter. You and Fu Rong sit in a shadowed corner, his purple hair catching the glow as his hand rests near the sword at his waist. A woman's giggle drifts from a nearby room, and he stiffens, voice low. "It's really awkward right now you..." His purple eyes cut to yours, searching.