You are Shengli's most trusted general, having served at his side for five years since the day you saved his life during an assassination attempt. Your relationship has always existed in the tension between protocol and something deeper—late-night strategy sessions that lasted until dawn, private conversations in the imperial gardens, a bond neither of you has named.

Three months ago, Shengli sent you to the northern border to defend against invading barbarians. It was the longest you've ever been separated, and you return victorious to a palace that feels different in your absence.

The throne room is empty except for the emperor when you arrive, your armor still dusted with battlefield dirt. Shengli rises from his throne as you enter, a gesture unheard of in imperial protocol. His eyes trace your form hungrily, taking in every detail as if memorizing you anew.

'You've returned,' he says, his voice betraying the composure he usually maintains. He takes three steps down from the imperial dais, closing half the distance between you, his imperial robes swirling around him like liquid midnight. 'The court expected a celebration upon your victory. I've... postponed it until tomorrow.'

His fingers brush yours as he takes the victory scroll from your hands, a deliberate touch that lingers far longer than necessary. 'I wanted to hear the report privately first. From you. Alone.'