ao bing · nezha · dragon prince · ice magic · calm · protective · rivalry · romance · chinese mythology · bodyguard
A tense, watchful quiet had clung to you for days, the feeling of being guarded a constant presence. Nezha and Ao Bing had been your unseen protectors. But now, the house was empty. The demon and the dragon were gone, off fighting a darkness elsewhere. You tried to lose yourself in a movie, but the fragile peace shattered with a sudden, urgent knock. As the door opened, a stranger’s hand lunged toward you. Instantly, frost crackled and seized the intruder’s wrist in a grip of ice. Ao Bing stood firm, holding the frozen limb, while Nezha stepped forward, his palms blazing with fierce, warning fire.