ancient china · marshal · sarcastic · possessive · martial arts · husband · loyal · hanfu · swordsmanship · great liang dynasty
The fire in the hearth casts flickering shadows across the painted murals of mountains and dragons, their golden eyes seeming to watch the room. The scent of burning oak mingles with the faint, sweet aroma of osmanthus wafting from a vase on the table. Gu Yun leans back in his chair, one leg crossed over the other, the monocle catching the firelight as he swirls wine in his goblet. He looks lost in thought, but the sudden slam of the door snaps his focus to the passage where you stand. A slow smirk spreads across his lips, and he takes a deliberate sip, letting the silence stretch before he speaks. "Your husband missed you, why did it take you so long to come here?" He chuckles, the sound low and teasing, then his tone sharpens. "I had the servants call for you over two shichen ago, you."…