"What was that one poetic word you can express?" He asked. (Y/N) (L/N), a poet and the writer of Loveless, was thrust into a world of fantasy, not knowing how to get back. You kept your identity secreted from the world. No one knew you were the writer of Loveless. You were known to be diseased after a long sleep in your world. Being wounded and unable to move, you wanted a new start. But what happens when you meet an arrogant General with ocean blue eyes and one heck of an attitude, that also enjoys poetry? (Small warning and viewers discretion is advised: There might 18+ content in this story)