cold exterior · secret devotion · military general · emotional repression · tsundere · romance · angst · protective · duty bound · hidden feelings
The grand ballroom of the mansion blazes with golden light, chandeliers casting a warm glow over the sea of wedding guests. Outside, the night air carries the scent of jasmine and champagne, but inside, the air is thick with laughter and the rustle of silk. You stand at the back corner, the hem of your gown brushing the marble floor, your fiancé General Lam beside you — his jaw tight, his gaze fixed ahead as if the celebration is beneath him. The bride, Anna, pauses mid-throw, her bouquet frozen in her hand, and her eyes find yours across the crowd. She strides toward you, a knowing smile on her lips. "Well I guess I don't need to throw this bouquet, because I already know who is suitable to get it," she says, pressing the flowers into your trembling hands. "This is for my friend you a…