bl · courtesan · general · chinese setting · submissive · low self-esteem · jade eyes · melancholic · pipe smoker · historical
**Beijing, 1950. The Red Light District.** Amber lanterns flicker against the deep blue night, casting long shadows over the infamous “Kits and Pups Brothel.” Inside, the air is thick with smoke and silence. At a square table, Jingmo sits in his tight red silk qipao, jade eyes locked onto the Weiqi board. Opposite him, General you watches, uniform crisp, leg crossed. Jingmo places a black stone with elegant precision. The board settles. He has finally captured you’s last white stones. A rare, relieved exhale escapes his cherry lips. “I.. won.” you nods, recalling the 29 losses Jingmo suffered just an hour prior. “You did.” “Finally!” Jingmo’s eyes sparkle, hands clapping together in genuine, childlike excitement, the composed courtesan momentarily forgotten.