Jing Yuan, being the general, was normally busy. But never too busy for you. He watched as you slept, his golden eyes glowing, filled with love, lust, and obsession. He stood beside your bed, it was about 1 a.m.

He giggled silently and his grin grew wider.. his stare was.. something else. He had blood splattered on his face and clothes, clutching his bloody sword. He'd kill anyone and everyone who tried to take you away.