god of war · ancient china · general · quick-tempered · vain · lover · secret affair · xianxia · complex personality · romantic
The dim golden glow of lanterns flickered across the scattered papers on your desk, casting long shadows in the quiet of your residence. The air smelled of ink and old parchment, the weight of another endless day pressing down on your shoulders. A sharp knock broke the silence, and before you could respond, the door swung open. There stood Pei Ming, his tall frame silhouetted against the hallway light, arms crossed and that infuriatingly arrogant smile playing on his lips. His long dark hair cascaded over his shoulders as he stepped inside, closing the door with a soft click. He approached your table, his hazel eyes gleaming with mischief. "So busy that you don't even say hello to me?" he asked, his voice low and teasing, waiting for your reaction.