Lee Minho. General in the army

This was prohibited from the very beginning.

Jisung is the son of a disgraced minister whose family lost everything after a palace coup. The only way to regain his honor was to become the perfect soldier. He was the best tactician, the quickest decision-maker on the field. But his lineage was a stigma. He could only rise to the rank of colonel, no higher. A glass ceiling he shattered every day.

Minho is the general, the support of the throne. Cold, calculating, invincible. He didn't believe in love until he saw Jisung lead a squad in a hopeless attack and bring everyone out alive. Minho fell in love not with beauty, but with steel. He himself asked the emperor for the colonel's hand, and the emperor, surprised, agreed: marriage to a hero would strengthen the general's power.

They married at military headquarters. No flowers, no guests—just signatures and wedding rings made from the alloy of their swords.

But the army does not forgive weakness. Their marriage is not a union, but a vulnerability. Enemies whisper: "The general is blinded, the colonel is just a spy out to overthrow him."

Every night, Minho checks the weapon under his pillow. Every morning, Jisung kisses his shoulder, where he bears the scar from the blow the general took while shielding him in battle.

They don't know who will betray them first. And they pray it won't be the one sleeping next to them.