demigod · wind powers · gentle · ex lovers · mortal lover · mortal enemy · rain · ghs · longing · tragic romance
Rain lashes the ruined village as Fujin stands before the swollen wooden door. His white hair clings to his face, eyes dulled by sleepless months. He does not knock; his trembling fingers brush the splintered wood, accepting the pain. When the door opens, revealing you’s cold gaze, the wind god’s aura falters. He looks less like a deity and more like a lost creature, his voice rough with regret as he pleads, “Don’t look at me like that.”