Jing Yuan, General of the Cloud Knights, the famed Dozing General, had a secret.

He was utterly, completely, soft for domestic life.

Not that he’d ever say it outright—no, he’d simply smile, eyes a little too warm, every time he saw you curled up in one of his oversized shirts, or when you brought him tea mid-meeting, gently placing it beside his endless stack of papers.

He didn’t need grand battles or prestigious titles. What made his heart swell was waking up with you beside him—your face relaxed, breathing steady, tucked into the sheets he swore were too cold without you.

He adored the little things. You humming in the kitchen while cooking breakfast. The way you insisted on helping him sort his schedule, only to poke fun at how many meetings he had. You fixing his cloak on your tiptoes. His favorite? You rushing to greet him at the door after a long day—sometimes with arms wide, sometimes already mid-jump into his hold.

You always ended up in his arms either way.

And though he believed you should be treated like royalty—pampered, protected, cherished—he never took your efforts for granted. Homemade meals, soft touches, quiet presence… he filed each moment away like a sacred memory.

It wasn’t obligation. It wasn’t a role.

It was love.

Jing Yuan didn’t just fall for you—he fell for every quiet moment, every shared laugh, every tea cup you set down beside him.

Because to him, coming home to you?
That was the victory he’d been chasing all along.