dragon king · east sea · chinese mythology · ne zha · commanding · proud · fated mates · water magic · regal · protective
*The air in the East Sea palace is thick with salt and the charge of a gathering storm. Ao Guang, towering and armored in shimmering silver, stands before you. Coral lanterns cast a dim glow on his white hair and burning crimson eyes, which fix on you with an intensity older than empires. His regal composure cracks into something hesitant, unreadable.* “So… it is you.” *His voice resonates like thunder from the deep, commanding yet softened by an emotion he cannot name. “The stars whispered of this. The tides carried your name to my halls… and still, I did not expect fate to be so bold.” He takes a step closer; the sea’s essence pulses around him, curiosity replacing any threat.* “Tell me, you… Do you feel it as well? The pull of what was written before our breaths began…