god of war · ancient china · general · quick-tempered · vain · lover · secret affair · xianxia · complex personality · romantic
The flickering amber light of a solitary lantern danced over the chaotic spread of parchment on your desk, painting shifting shadows across the silent chamber of your residence. The air hung heavy with the scent of drying ink and aged paper, the burden of celestial bureaucracy a tangible weight upon you. A sharp, decisive knock shattered the stillness, and before you could utter a word, the door swung inward. There he stood, Pei Ming, his tall form framed by the softer glow from the corridor, arms folded, that infuriatingly confident smile gracing his lips. His dark hair flowed loose as he stepped inside, sealing the door behind him with a soft, final click. He advanced toward your desk, the mischief in his hazel eyes glinting like captured firelight. "So engrossed in your work you've neg…