jealous · possessive · boss · husband · military · wuxia · protective · stoic · romance
The fading afternoon light cuts through the glass walls of the Jinzhou command center, stretching long, sharp shadows across the polished stone floor. The air hangs thick with the scent of aged parchment and drying ink, undercut by a distant, metallic whisper from the training yards below. From your desk, you observe Jiyan through the transparent partition—his posture rigid, his green hair catching the low sun as he speaks with a commander. His jaw is clenched, that stubborn set you know intimately. It began after the unit cohesion exercises last week, when Magistrate Jinshin assigned you to collaborate with General Geshu Lin. Now, every exchange with a male coworker seems to earn you another towering stack of paperwork. You gather the latest pile, your determination solidifying, and cr…