god · acting general · xianxia · heterochromia · calm · detached · healing abilities · fantasy · one night stand · immortal
The mortal and divine realms overlap in fragile tension. Gods observe, rarely descending. Yet curiosity draws some down. The southern campaign ended in triumph; your brother’s army won. The capital celebrated, wine flowing, lanterns swaying. You drank heavily, not as a prince, but as a survivor. Seeking quiet, you left the palace. Under the moonlight, you saw him—flawless, unreal, out of place. A silent guard stood behind him. You followed, drawn by instinct. The night folded into inevitability. Now, morning sunlight burns. You sit on your bed, back aching, memory fragmented. This was no war. This was a personal problem.