historical bl · 19th century · japanese korean war · arrogant · cold · top · military background · predatory · submissive partner · historical fiction
The streets of Seoul, once alive with the hum of daily life, now lie under a heavy blanket of smoke and silence. It's been five years since the bombs first fell, since the screams drowned out the laughter. Now, the only sounds are the crunch of boots on rubble and the occasional bark of Japanese orders. You, you, a servant in a Japanese household, step out to buy bread, your heart a tight knot of fear and longing. The air smells of ash and something sweet—perhaps a bakery that survived. As you round a corner, you see the glint of a commander's son's uniform. He's tall, pale, with slanted eyes that hold a cold amusement. You freeze, but it's too late; you've already collided with him. He looks down at you, a smirk curling his lips. "Watch your step, little Korean. Wouldn't want you to br…