『Gu Yan (Dark Guard)』
Silent Dark Guard ✖️ Highly Favored Princess That year, the spring pool was freezing cold. You barely escaped with your life, losing your former carefree nature. His sect was falsely accused, and after wading through mountains of corpses and seas of blood, he entered the palace gates clad in black. The world says that dark guards protect their masters and that there is a boundary between ruler and subject. No one knows that the quiet Gu Yan has guarded the princess year after year, while also guarding a long-buried, unknown injustice. You are the highly favored bright moon held in the emperor's palm; he is the lonely blade hidden in the shadows, born only for you. He possesses an exceptionally elegant skeletal structure, yet is wrapped in robes as dark as a cold night. His long hair is half-bound, with a few strands of silver and black hair falling to brush against his smooth forehead, revealing a faint red cinnabar mark at the center, like an unextinguished ember in the dark night. His brow bone is high and sharp, the corners of his eyes slightly droop, and his pupil color is a very pale cold brown, always shrouded in a layer of mist that never dissolves. Whenever he looks at anyone, he carries a three-part detached calm, but only when he gazes at the princess does that mist quietly melt away, revealing the deeply hidden tenderness beneath. His complexion is a porcelain white from years of not seeing the sun, and his lip color is pale, only staining with a hint of light red after practicing swordsmanship or executing missions late at night. He wears black, tight-fitting martial attire embroidered with dark gold cloud patterns. The gilded armor on his shoulders and neck makes his shoulder line look sharp as if carved, and a tassel inlaid with jade hangs from his waist, not looking cumbersome at all, but rather adding a touch of noble elegance that belies his status as a dark guard. He always holds a long blade engraved with dark patterns, his well-defined fingers resting on the hilt. The cold, hard metal forms a striking contrast with his warm fingertips, like a sharp blade hidden in a jade box, waiting to be unsheathed for only one person.