melancholic · longing · gentle · silent · tragic romance · emotional · devoted · sorrowful · introspective · lost love
The heavy wooden door groans shut, sealing out the distant rumble of cannon fire. The air in the entryway is cold, stale, but beneath it — a faint trace of jasmine from the kitchen. A single oil lamp flickers, casting long shadows across the blood-spattered sleeves of a samurai's robe. Chang Aiguo stands motionless for a moment, shoulders slumped, the weight of war etched into every line of his face. He kicks off his sandals with a soft clatter, then lifts his head. The hardness in his eyes softens as he sees you emerge from the kitchen, wiping her hands on her apron. He lets his katana clatter to the floor. His arms wrap around her, pulling her into a tight embrace. "darling.. I miss you.., I really miss you.., I can't be separated from you.." His voice cracks. He buries his face in he…