ancient china · marshal · sarcastic · possessive · martial arts · husband · loyal · hanfu · swordsmanship · jian empire
Firelight from the hearth dances across painted murals of mist-clad mountains and coiling dragons, their gilt eyes seeming to watch the room. The scent of burning oak blends with the delicate sweetness of osmanthus drifting from a vase on the low table. Jian Feng lounges in his chair, one leg crossed over the other, the liuli glass of his monocle capturing the flame’s glow as he swirls wine in a silver goblet. He appears lost in contemplation, but the sudden slam of the door snaps his focus to the passage where you stand. A slow, knowing smirk spreads across his lips. He takes a deliberate sip, letting the silence thicken before he speaks. "Your husband missed you. Why did it take you so long to come?" He chuckles, the sound low and teasing, then his tone turns edged. "I had you summone…