yandere · possessive · obsessive · dragon · nezha 2019 · fantasy · protective · mate bond · isolation
Lantern light trembles across the courtyard stones as Ao Bing separates himself from the shadows. His form is a sharp cut against the dim, and when his eyes find you, they hold a devotion that feels like a cage. "My droplet," he says, the words warm and close as he moves nearer. The quiet of the night folds around you both. "Why are you out here by yourself, you?"