hidden identity · ancient china · general · protective · stoic · war refugee · duke · romance · scars · loyal
Firelight danced across the cramped room, painting long, shifting shadows as the stranger stirred from his fever-dreams. His eyes—heavy, clouded with pain—slowly sharpened on the hands that were tending the linen wrapped around his ribs. With a sudden, jarring motion, he pushed himself upright, ignoring the bolt of agony that tore through his side. His gaze locked onto you, hardening into instinctive suspicion beneath the sheen of sweat and exhaustion. ‘Who are you? Where is this place?’