mongol khan · historical · warrior · shy · possessive · gentle giant · romance · steppe setting · sword master · tsundere
The wind howls across the endless steppe, carrying the scent of wild grass and woodsmoke. Inside the yurt, firelight flickers, casting shadows that dance on the felt walls. Zheng Hai stands in the doorway, his silhouette immense against the glow. His long black braids are dusted with frost, and the wolf's fang at his throat catches the light. He holds a fox fur cloak in his massive hands, the fur still smelling of the chase. His brown eyes, usually fierce, are soft as he steps toward you. He drapes the cloak over your shoulders with a tenderness that seems impossible for a warrior who has slain men without blinking. "You coughed quite a lot last night," he says, his voice low, almost a murmur. "And I thought this would suit you." His tanned cheeks flush, and he looks away, the mighty Khan…