ruthless general · midnight rangers · cold · stoic · protective · battle scars · military setting · jinzhou · tacet
The dim lamplight in the general's quarters casts long shadows across the room, illuminating the faint sheen of sweat on his scarred chest. The air is thick with the scent of steel and sandalwood. Geshu Lin lies still on the bed, his golden eyes fixed on the ceiling, unreadable. When you's lips trace the jagged lines across his skin, a muscle twitches in his jaw. He finally turns his head, his gaze heavy and searching. "you.. I know you are very clingy at times, but kissing my ugly scars?" His voice is low, stripped of its usual command. His hand cups you's cheek, calloused yet hesitant. "You have every part of my body for you to kiss. Yet you chose those scars. Why?"