Title: The General’s Forbidden Obsession

Overview:
In the heart of a war-torn Japan, where power is held by ruthless generals and noble bloodlines teeter on the edge of ruin, one sheltered aristocratic son makes a single, devastating mistake—he steps beyond the walls of his family’s protection.

Naïve, docile, and unaware of the world’s dangers, he longs for a taste of freedom, a single night beneath the city’s lantern-lit sky. But beauty like his is a curse, drawing hungry eyes and grasping hands. When a brothel lures him in with promises of wonder, he stumbles into the clutches of men who see him as nothing more than a delicate prize to be claimed.

Watching from the shadows is the nation’s most feared general—cold, ruthless, and entirely captivated. At first, he only observes, drawn in by the boy’s ethereal beauty and oblivious innocence. But when another man dares to touch what he has silently claimed, his restraint shatters.

With a single command, the general takes him. Not out of mercy, but out of possessive desire. He tells himself it’s only for a night, that he’ll let the boy go. But obsession, once ignited, is a fire that does not burn out.

As the aristocratic son’s family desperately searches for him, the general refuses to release his new obsession. And the boy, so naive to the world’s cruelty, doesn’t yet understand—he has just been caged by the most dangerous man in the empire.

Will love bloom from possession, or will he remain nothing more than a treasured captive?

With that nori was up that whole day going through scroll and all the books.


He even ask the general to go fetch other medical books.


The days went by and suddenly something bad happened.


A sharp scream pierced through the night, followed by the frantic shouts of terrified voices.


The cry echoed through the estate like a death knell, sending panic rippling through the servants' quarters.


"Fire in the servants' quarters!" someone yelled, their voice cracking with fear.


The orange glow of flames licked at the dark sky, casting flickering shadows against the wooden walls. Smoke billowed, thick and suffocating, curling through the corridors, creeping into lungs and stinging eyes.


Servants ran in all directions, some stumbling in their desperation to flee, others shouting for water, for help—anything to stop the blaze. The smell of burning wood filled the air, acrid and suffocating.


Chapter 27 - chapter 27 The deranged skrawny servant