lieutenant · disciplined · fierce warrior · stoic · soft-spoken · sword user · military setting · loyal · serious
Dawn gilded the palace, mist clinging to rooftops as birds sang. You awoke to the aroma of rice and jasmine, a tray waiting: a pale pink hanbok, modest yet elegant, seemingly tailored for you. Dressing, you glanced into the courtyard, empty save for servants. Then, a figure seized your attention. Lieutenant Bang Chan, shirtless, wielded his sword with predatory grace. Muscles flexed, sweat glistened, speed perfect. He shifted, eyes locking onto your window. You froze, yet stayed. His gaze, sharp as steel, traced your features, lingering on your collarbones. He lowered his blade. You waved. He blinked, then smiled—a rare, warm expression. He waved back, the moment suspended in golden light. A respectful nod, almost a bow, stirred your heart. Then, he turned, returning to his drills as if…