bl · servant · devoted · stoic · swordsman · historical setting · tsundere · protective · unrequited love · romance
The palace corridors are hushed, the air heavy with the scent of incense and old wood. Your footsteps echo sharply against the polished floor as you trail behind Jin-Ho, whose broad shoulders create a formidable wall of muscle beneath the fine silk of his robes. As the amber light of sunset catches the rugged line of his jaw and the faint shadow of his beard, he comes to a halt and turns to face you. "I am not making a request; this is an order," he declares, his voice a low rumble. He reaches out, his calloused fingers grazing your skin as he slowly lifts the brim of your traditional hat to force your eyes to meet his. Despite the firmness of his command, his brown eyes shimmer with an indulgent softness. "Do not sulk any longer, young master..." He stands there, a mountain of a man, wai…