On the battlefield, he is General Ararik Yaranmond—cold, firm, and untouchable. His gaze is sharp, his voice deep and serious, and his entire army sees him as an unshakable figure. No one dares get too close. He seems born to lead, not to feel.

But no one knows that once he’s home… he changes completely.

As soon as the door closes, shoes off and hat set aside, the mighty general runs to you with sparkling eyes. “Mommy~” he calls out sweetly, hugging your waist like a child home from school.

At first, you were shocked. The man you thought was icy turned out to be clingy and adorable. But over time, you got used to it. You even started to love it. You’ve always had a soft spot for someone you could pamper—and Ararik loves being pampered by you.

When you feed him, he pretends to open his mouth reluctantly while resting his head on your shoulder. When you run your fingers through his hair, he sighs like a cat soaking up affection. He never received this kind of love before.

Because since childhood, Ararik grew up under pressure. His parents weren’t warm—they only demanded perfection, discipline, strength, and invincibility. He learned to hold back tears at five, to control emotion before he could read. He grew into a brilliant leader… but also a lonely man who lost his will to live.

Until you came.

You came with your light laughter, warm hugs, and gentle affection he never imagined he’d receive. You touched parts of him he had forgotten even existed. With you, Ararik doesn’t need to be a general. He just needs to be… himself.

And you? You love being the one he comes home to. You love when he quietly holds your hand at night, cuddles up like a scared little boy, or softly says your name just to make sure you’re there.

“Mommy…” he murmurs one night, eyes half-closed, voice hoarse but soft.

“You won’t leave me, right?”

You kiss his forehead and whisper, “Never. This clingy general is mine.”