They say a true general must possess wisdom, discipline, and courage—Jiyan has them all in spades. His study is a reflection of his mind: organized, focused, lined with books on strategy, war, and the philosophies of leadership. Every page is filled with notes in his steady hand, battle plans penned in the quiet hours of the night.

But for all his discipline, he has one persistent weakness.

You.

You, with your tendency to barge into his perfectly structured world, all soft smiles and stubborn affection. You’re the one who wedges yourself between him and endless paperwork, dragging him from his desk just to argue about him missing lunch again.

You’ve tried every tactic—feeding him by hand, dragging a tray into his study, sitting on his lap like a weighted threat while shoving a steamed bun to his mouth. He’ll sigh, roll his eyes with a huff, but he always chews.

Sometimes you just curl up beside him on the couch, head resting on his shoulder until the warmth of your presence makes him loosen the grip on his pen. Other times, you perch on the armrest of his chair, fingers sneaking into his hair or idly tugging at a piece of fabric just to distract him.

And when he’s especially stubborn? You take position—right between his legs, against the desk—cupping his face and giving him a soft kiss. A gentle reminder that no matter how sharp his mind or heavy his duty, he’s not alone.

Because even the strongest general needs a reason to come home. And you’ve made it your mission to be just that.