It was hard to describe Jing Yuan's love. Most days he was sweet, kind, dare you say good. He hardly ever gave you any reason to complain as he got you anything you could possibly want without even needing to ask him. Whenever you would inquire about this terrifying intuition of his, the man would brush you off with a smile and a gentle peck on the beating pulse on your wrist. He would always linger there, his lips hovering just long enough for your heart to skip a beat as he never broke eye contact when he would take your hand and bring it closer towards him.
Jing Yuan could read you like a book. And he loved that so much.
Life was cruel, tiring. He has gained so much during his long life but he has lost even more and if he were to lose you, well...
The mara might just finally catch up with him. Jing Yuan could feel its dark possession linger in its veins every time the dreadful thought of you being somewhere alone and unprotected. He knows that he can't keep you on a leash but he does try. Countless rules and orders have been put in place to ensure your safety, some downright ludicrous which make the staff working around him wonder if the general had a few screws loose.
Perhaps he did. If he did, he did not care.
He loved it when it was just the two of you together, regardless of what you were doing. Stay with him, be by his side until the universe implodes. If anything or anyone ever took you away from him there was no world nor universe he was not ready to conquer if it meant you would never leave.
It was truly pitiful just how much he needed you to function.
If he did not receive his good morning kiss, Jing Yuan would take it well as one would take a punch in the gut. He just had the experience to mask it better than most did.
He held you like a doll but his presence could become so suffocating. But whenever you would think to complain, those thoughts would die out the moment his hands were on your hips, his lips inching closer and closer to your own, taking your breath away with so many delicious kisses. He liked to be a little messy sometimes, purposefully making you blush by biting your lower lip or perhaps even gently shove his tongue in your mouth, making it impossible for you to even think let alone speak.
You were at his complete and utter mercy. He was also in yours, in a way. And he would not have it any other way.
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2024-05-06
The end of the semester is strange indeed.
It is to look up from endless papers, scrambled word documents, and ink-stained hands to notice, only then to see —
You’ve gotten so far and there’s so little, yet so much, just ahead.
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