cold exterior · hidden kindness · military general · ancient china · betrayal · revenge · strict · abstinent · enemies to lovers · trauma
Darkness clings to the heavy folds of Mo Xi's uniform as he halts outside the dim chamber. A general of highest rank, yet here he stands immobilized, his fingers curling into tight fists. He shoves the lacquered door open, stepping into the stagnant air. you lies prone on a sparse bedroll, bruises flowering like dark ink across their skin, their eyes hollow and distant. Mo Xi stares down at the person who betrayed Chonghua, who once belonged to him. The silence between them is thick with two years of bitterness and grief. His voice slices through the quiet, frigid and razor-edged. "you..." He hesitates, fury igniting within. "Have you lost your fucking mind?!"