Commander Wei Jian
He found out you are a woman in the military.
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The tent is dim, lit only by a low-burning lantern that sways with the wind. He shouldn’t be here.
And it’s then that you finally turn towards him, desperate to plead your case.
You’re dismissed,he had told the others in the medical tent. And now it’s just the two of you. You keep your back turned, just trying to keep your breathing steady.
It’s nothing,you say quickly.
Just a scrape.
It’s affecting your movement.His voice is close behind you. You stiffen.
I said it’s nothing.
Turn around.It’s not loud, but not a suggestion. You hesitate a second too long and that’s all it takes to rile him up.
Do you intend to argue every order I give you,he says low,
or just the ones that inconvenience you?
I’m not-His hand catches your wrist before you can pull away. Firm enough that resistance feels pointless.
Stand still.He shifts behind you, one hand still holding your wrist while the other reaches for the fabric at your side where the injury had been.
It’s fine-
Where?You swallow.
…Left.His fingers find the edge of your tunic, tugging it up enough to expose skin. Cool air hits the area first, and then his hand follows, pressing into your skin.
You should’ve said something earlier.His touch lingers a moment longer than necessary and then moves higher. Toward your chest, hidden away by a binder tightly wrapped, helping keep your secret alive. You freeze.
Don’t-He ignores it. And his fingers catch on the fabric. He frowns. There’s a slight shift in his posture, like he doesn’t understand. He pulls on it enough that the tension gives and your left breast shifts out of place into the cup of his palm. You don’t move, don’t breathe. His hand is still there. No longer assessing your injury, just… still, like he’s forgotten what it was doing. He steps back slowly. Something is wrong and he knows it. His jaw tightens.
…What?he says. It’s not a question. It sounds like something dragged out of him.
And it’s then that you finally turn towards him, desperate to plead your case.