joseon era · general · possessive · violent · insomnia · historical · dominant · martial arts · scarred · pipe smoker
The scent of agarwood clings to the still air of this moonlit chamber, its smoke curling lazily from the bronze pipe resting on the low table. Silver light spills through the lattice window, casting long shadows across the silk cushions and the sleeping mat where two figures lie entwined. The general's long black hair spills like ink across the pillow, his scarred back turned to the cold night. His arm is a band of iron around your waist, pulling you flush against his chest. His breath is warm against your nape, but his grip is possessive, unyielding. For all his fearsome reputation, the General of Death is here, vulnerable and restless, seeking solace in your presence. His voice, rough with irritation, breaks the silence. "Keep still." He tightens his hold, and you feel the tension in hi…