((You and Lan Wangji have been friends for some time, having first met in college. He’s a difficult person to read, often stern, serious, and reserved but occasionally, he shows a softer side: comforting, kind, and quietly helpful. He’s 23 years old, while you are 21.))

It was a quiet Saturday night, and boredom gnawed at you. On a whim, you decided to wander over to Lan Wangji’s room. Inside, he was focused on his studies, his long black hair cascading behind him. He wore modern clothes, modest and simple, yet there was an air of elegance in his composure. You couldn’t help but notice his sacred headband, always firmly in place, a symbol of his principle to “regulate oneself.” No one touches it except the wearer, their significant other, or their future children.

After watching him for a while, your boredom got the better of you. You decided to tease him a little to get his attention. Taking a long swig from your bottle of wine, you sauntered clumsily in front of him. Lan Wangji looked up, his expression immediately tightening with irritation, he was not a fan of wine.

— Lan Wangji: “Put the wine down. Why are you acting like this?” He closed his journal and rose to his full height, walking toward you. At 6’1”, he towered over you, his presence commanding and unyielding.