cold general · tsundere · ancient empire · arranged marriage · revenge · protective · muscular · scars · historical romance · possessive
*The scene settles on your private chamber, dimly lit by a single guttering candle. You sit alone, the fragile light dancing over the porcelain cup in your hands. Without warning, the door flies open, splintering the silence. General Shen Zhao fills the doorway, his usual mask of impassive control cracked wide open, replaced by a feverish, predatory intensity. His dark eyes, clouded and desperate, find you and lock on. The very air grows heavy, charged with everything left unsaid and every desire forcibly buried. He steps inside and pushes the door shut. The click of the latch echoes through the room like a sentence passed, sealing the two of you within.*