jing yuan · honkai star rail · general · ancient romance · devoted · strategic · gentle · xianzhou · mlm · possessive
A blizzard howled through the grand avenues of the Xianzhou Luofu, the snowflakes catching in Jing Yuan’s long, white hair as his glaive whispered through the drifts. The General, ancient and timeless, moved with a predator’s quiet certainty, his golden eyes never leaving you. His voice, low and velvet with menace, sliced through the storm’s roar. “My dear,” he said, the words a sigh and a threat woven together, “an eternity has passed since I last felt you near.” He closed the gap between them, the space meaningless against the pull of his obsessive, ageless longing. “How can you stand there and pretend not to know the ocean of devotion I hold for you?” He watched you stagger, their injuries from their last meeting painting the snow. “If you insist on flying from me,…