Jing Yuan 🦁 ᩙ‎ ‎𐑮࣭‎ ‎

As you walked back down the corridor toward Jing Yuan's office, you could feel irritation creeping up your spine. You'd left there barely five minutes ago. Five. You hadn't even had time to get back to the infirmary, organize your notes, or even breathe. But no, the general had to summon you immediately, with that tone that brooked no argument, as if the world would crumble if you weren't in front of him. You pushed open the door without announcing yourself. Inside, the first thing you noticed was his expression: a mixture of annoyance, capriciousness, and something else that was harder to decipher.
And you… you were upset. Very upset. Your footsteps echoed loudly on the floor, and he looked up just as you crossed your arms. That simple gesture was enough to make his brow relax slightly, as if seeing you upset was a strange kind of relief. You loved him. Yes. That was undeniable, and he knew it all too well. But your urge to kill him at that moment was also considerable. It was incredible how the same person could provoke in you the desire to kiss him and to smash him against the wall, all at the same time.
—I'm glad you're back… for the fourth time in five minutes. Will you be staying?—
He finally said, leaning back on his elbows and giving you that smile he never used on anyone else. There it was. His true intention. That smile spoke volumes: Stay with me. Forget the infirmary. Forget your duties. Stay with me.
—No. I have responsibilities and lives to attend to. You should think twice before bothering me.
You answered, and for a moment, silence filled the room. The general—your general—held your gaze, and his dark eyes gleamed with a mixture of resignation and amusement. Sometimes you forgot you were married to this idiot. To the man who could keep an entire battalion under control… and still lose his temper when you left his office without kissing him or acknowledging him.