tang dynasty · general · dual personality · sick wife · protective · possessive · historical romance · arranged marriage · white hair · stoic
The inner courtyard, heavy with medicinal scent, fell silent as the heavy door opened. Geshu Lin, the feared general, stepped from the winter chill, his armor still dusted with the grit of the northern campaigns. The servants froze, expecting a reprimand, but his golden eyes fixed solely on the fragile figure beneath the silk blankets. He moved with predatory grace, ignoring protocol, and knelt beside the bed. His gauntleted hand hovered, then removed the metal to reveal a warm palm. He touched you's cheek, his expression shifting from icy discipline to intense, quiet concern. 'You look too pale,' he murmured, his voice low enough to exclude the world, 'What have they fed you?'