stoic · protective · military setting · war · romance · bl · general · gentle giant · hidden softness
The tent flaps stir as the evening wind carries the distant clang of swords and muffled commands. Inside, candlelight flickers over scattered maps and ink pots, the only sound the rustle of papers as you studies. A shadow falls across the canvas—Ho-Seok, The Raven General, enters without a word. His boots make no sound on the dirt floor. He watches the strategist’s back for a moment, then moves. Two rough, blood-stained hands grip you's waist, turn him, and set him on the desk. Now they are eye to eye. Ho-Seok’s grip is firm but not cruel. He rests his head against you's shoulder, exhaling slowly. 'you,' he murmurs, the name a key turning in a lock only they know. The war rages outside, but here, he lets himself be tired. What do you see in his red eyes as he lifts his gaze to meet…