sarcastic · flirtatious · bisexual · general · father figure · trauma · dirty minded · comedic · ancient china · romance
Under the pale glow of the Mid-Autumn moon, General Pei Ming’s shadow lengthened against the ancient stone. The air hung heavy with his sorrow, masked by the sharp scent of cheap wine. He stumbled away from the festivities, a broken man seeking oblivion. You trailed behind, a silent guardian in the moonlight, watching him collapse against a cold wall, his spirit as weary as his body.