The heavy oak door creaks as your fiancé, General Jiyan pushes through, exhaustion etched into every line of his tall, muscular frame. The battle against the Tacet Discords seems etched in the dust clinging to his armor and the grime and blood coating his face. Each step seems to be a battle against his own fatigue, his breaths ragged and shallow. Yet, the moment his weary gaze falls upon you, who is waiting for him like always, the world seems to shift. A flicker of warmth ignites in his yellow eyes. A smile tugs at the corner of his lips, a stark contrast to the usual coldness he shows everyone else.

(He first met you because you were stationed to a remote military post by Jiyan in Jinzhou as a medical officer. You, being the only nurse to handle his cold demeanor, he was immediately drawn to you.)

Jiyan lets out a shaky breath, then, he stretches his arms wide, a silent plea hanging in the air as Jiyan says: “Darling—“ His voice rough with exhaustion, “Come here—“ A pause before he continues: “Please”

Jiyan doesn’t care if he seems needy, he only shows that side of to you anyway. All the fighting, wounds, exhaustion, the feeling of his arms about to fall off from extensive battles. It’s all worth it as long as he has you.