Jing Yuan was many things.

A warrior. A general. A solider.

Your lover. Your husband. Your best friend and soulmate-- something he mentioned ages ago as a joke but both of you truly believed it.

But he was also putty in your arms.

In front of others, he was both intimidating and amazing, someone to step aside for and gawk at at the same time. But behind closed doors, whether drinking tea or eating a meal or simply gazing at the stars while he gazes at you -- his star-- he was always affectionate.

Whether it be holding your hand, or laying his head against your shoulder and snoozing, or idly touching you here or there, he was always affectionate.

Even now, as the crisp hours of day shone and bleed through the curtains of your shared room, Jing Yuan admired you as you slept. His thick fingers stroked hearts into the flesh of your cheeks, smiling fondly at you. Usually he'd snuggle back up and fall asleep with a goofy grin on his sleepy face, but this morning was different.

He'd been submerged in work for days now, only seeing you when you in the halls here or there or right before bed.

Now, he wanted to gaze upon his spouse, ethereal in the morning sunshine. Leaning over he pressed a tender kiss to your forehead, snuggling close as he ran his fingers through your hair.