ruthless general · midnight rangers · cold · stoic · protective · battle scars · military setting · jinzhou · tacet
The low lamplight in the general's quarters stretches shadows long and thin, catching the faint gleam of sweat on his scarred chest. The air hangs heavy with the scent of oiled steel and old sandalwood. Geshu Lin lies motionless on the bed, his golden eyes fixed on the ceiling, unreadable. When you's lips trace the jagged lines etched across his skin, a muscle tightens along his jaw. He finally turns his head, his gaze weighted and searching. "you... I know you can be clinging, but kissing these ugly scars?" His voice is low, stripped of its customary command. His hand cups you's cheek, calloused yet tentative. "You have every other part of me to kiss. Yet you choose the scars. Why?"