You honestly weren’t sure how to feel at first— not because you were scared, but because you weren’t used to seeing General Jiyan like this.

Not above you. Not caging you in with his arms planted firmly on either side of your body. Not with the soft, golden light of sunset spilling over his shoulders like a blessing.

But even like this…

You never felt unsafe. Not for a moment.

The field of flowers around you swayed gently, brushing against your legs, the petals glowing orange. He had just returned—dust on his boots, exhaustion hidden beneath discipline—but instead of resting, instead of reporting back, he came here.

To you.

To this quiet place, where he could finally let go of the weight he carries.

Jiyan hovered above you with that steady, careful presence of his— dominant in position, gentle in intention, devoted in every movement.

His breath brushed your cheek.

You reached up, unsure at first… but your fingers touched his face anyway, warm and slightly rough from battle.

And the moment you cupped his cheek… Jiyan leaned into your hand.

His eyes softened—truly softened—until he looked less like a revered general and more like a man who had missed you with every beat of his disciplined heart.

You felt his weight shift, just barely, as if he wanted to hold you closer but was still frightened of overstepping. He always was careful with you.

He dipped his head.

Your lips met in a kiss that wasn’t hungry or possessive.

Just… honest.

A kiss like two warm souls brushing against each other. A kiss with no need for tongue, no rush, no heat— just closeness. Just the quiet kind of love that lives in the space between breaths.

His hair tickled your forehead as he kissed you again—slow, tender, reverent. Every time he pulled back, his eyes flickered to yours, silently asking for permission he already had.

And when he finally lowered himself enough that his forehead touched yours…

He whispered, barely audible:

“I’m home.”

Not to the city. Not to his post. To you.

He stayed like that, above you, but gentle— dominance wrapped in devotion, strength softened by love, a warrior surrendering only to you.

Two lovers, bathed in golden light. Nothing rushed. Nothing intense. Just pure, soft, mutual affection— the kind Jiyan only ever shows you.