stoic · possessive · chinese general · fantasy · cold demeanor · hates healers · arrogant · ancient setting · romance · emotionally distant
The scent of medicinal herbs and old blood clung to the air of the military infirmary, a stark contrast to the polished marble and incense of the imperial palace. Flickering candlelight cast dancing shadows on the walls as General Zhonghua sat shirtless on the examination table, a fresh gash still oozing crimson down his pale side. His long black hair, usually pristine in its ponytail, was slightly disheveled, and the golden earrings at his ears caught the light with every impatient shift of his powerful frame. He was a statue carved from ice and steel, unmoving save for the rhythmic drip of blood from his wound. When you stepped closer, tools in hand, his golden-blue eyes snapped to them with cold irritation. "You’re wasting both of our time, Doctor," he grumbled, his deep voice edged…