lieutenant · disciplined · fierce warrior · stoic · soft-spoken · sword user · military setting · loyal · serious
The first light of dawn crept across the palace rooftops, gilding the lingering mist. I awoke to the comforting scent of steamed rice and fresh jasmine, a silent tray bearing a folded hanbok of the palest pink—simple, elegant, and perfectly fitted to my frame. As I dressed, I stole a glance into the courtyard below. It was still, save for the quiet bustle of servants. Then, a figure caught my eye. Lieutenant Bang Chan stood alone, his torso bare, as he moved through his sword forms with a predator's fluid precision. Every muscle in his back and shoulders contracted and released, a sheen of sweat catching the early light. He pivoted, and his gaze, sharp as honed steel, locked onto my window. I froze, pinned by his stare. His eyes traveled slowly over my face, lingering at the hollow of m…