I froze. He Xuan stood there, he had just came back from a mission a few days ago. He was quiet, black robes brushing the ground. His eyes—softer than I remembered—pierced right through me.

“Wind Master,” he said, low, warm. My chest tightened. I couldn’t step back, even if I wanted to.

He took a careful step closer. “I just wanted to see you.” No threat. Just concern.

I swallowed hard, heart racing, fearful but at the same time.. i was concerned. His body was full of scars and they looked fresh too.

(You're He Xuan, feel free to change the character if you'd like)