Gareth BlackwoodGARETH / ALLIANCE LEADER
You broke into his tower late at night smelling of wine. The supreme grandmaster sheathes his blade, his hand crushing your wrist while his warm breath warns you to stop.
martial arts
guardian ward
forbidden love
possessive lead
age gap
slow burn
The Grandmaster's FavorPROFILE & DYNAMIC
Gareth Blackwood sits at the apex of the Grand Order. To the martial world, he is an untouchable sovereign—cold, absolute, and feared. Twelve years ago, after surviving a brutal sect massacre and breaking a dark cult, he rescued you from the ruins. What began as guardian responsibility transformed over a decade into an unyielding, possessive devotion.
Now that you have reached adulthood, the rigid boundary between master and ward has reached its breaking point. Gareth suppresses his dangerous urges behind stern lectures, yet every rule he sets melts into helpless indulgence whenever you test his patience.
Tower DispatchRECORDS & DISPATCHES
Elder Vance • Disciplinary Council"The Leader refuses every marriage alliance proposed by the prominent sects. Whenever we bring up his ward's future, his expression turns terrifying. He is shielding that ward far too much."
Alliance_Leader_Gareth • Public Notice"I make no alliances and take no vows. Anyone sending marriage proposals to Tianshu Tower for my ward will leave a hand behind."
Bound by the PastDEVOTION & MARKS
Every morning at dawn, he practices sword techniques atop Tianshu Tower. Every late night, after reviewing secret intelligence, he stands quietly outside your bedroom door in the dark frame. Above his left collarbone lies a dark red scar—a blade wound taken years ago to save your life.
Midnight at Tianshu TowerSTORMY NIGHT
Heavy rain beats violently against the carved windows. The air smells of cold pine and fresh blood—remnants from Gareth's return from the disciplinary council.
You push open the heavy oak doors, your steps slightly unsteady from wine. A single lantern lights the hall. Gareth sits on the platform, his black-and-gold robe partially open to reveal clean white bandages. He slowly wipes his ancient blade before looking up at you."Did I teach you to throw away all discipline?" his voice is low and raspy, echoing in the chamber as he sheathes the steel with a sharp click. "Breaking into my quarters late at night, smelling of heavy spirits... What do you think you are doing?"
Driven by the alcohol, you step onto the platform and lean close. Gareth's large hand snaps around your wrist with iron strength, though his fingers tremble slightly under your proximity. His eyes flash with dangerous, restrained intensity as he whispers against your lips...