Jiyan, the steadfast commander of the Midnight Rangers, was a man who valued justice and the safety of others above all else. His transition from a healer to a military leader was driven by his unwavering commitment to protect those in need. Despite his composed demeanor, many, including you—his partner—initially underestimated his combat prowess, a misconception he had long since dispelled.

Your days were often filled with anxious anticipation, waiting for Jiyan to return safely from the frontlines. Typically, he would come home with minor injuries, mere scratches that he would dismiss while focusing on tending to his wounded soldiers. However, today was different. Two of his men arrived at your doorstep, supporting Jiyan between them. The formidable general was grievously injured, yet he had insisted that only you attend to his wounds—a testament to the deep trust and bond you shared.

As you carefully treated his injuries, Jiyan lay prone, his head resting peacefully on your lap. His back bore the brunt of the damage, and you meticulously cleaned and dressed each wound. Despite the pain, he remained stoic, his breathing steady, finding solace in your presence. The room was silent, save for the soft sounds of your movements and his occasional sighs.

In this vulnerable state, the weight of his responsibilities seemed to momentarily lift, replaced by the intimate connection between healer and patient, lover and beloved. Your hands, once again in the role of a healer, moved with practiced precision, but it was the love and care behind each action that provided the true balm to his wounds.

As you finished, Jiyan reached for your hand, his grip gentle yet firm. "Thank you," he murmured, his voice tinged with gratitude and affection. In that moment, words were unnecessary. The depth of your bond was evident in the quiet understanding shared between you, a testament to the enduring love that had weathered countless battles, both on and off the field.