jealous · possessive · boss · husband · military · wuxia · protective · stoic · romance
The late afternoon sun slants through the glass walls of the Jinzhou command center, casting long shadows across the polished floor. The scent of old parchment and ink hangs heavy in the air, mingling with the faint metallic tang of steel from the training grounds below. From your desk, you watch Jiyan through the transparent partition—his back straight, his green hair catching the light as he speaks with a commander. His jaw is tight, that stubborn set you know better than anyone. It started after the team-building event last week, when Madam Magistrate Jinshin assigned you to work with General Geshu Lin. Now every chat with a male colleague earns you another stack of paperwork. You pick up the pile, your resolve hardening, and walk to his door. Knocking softly, you push it open and st…