immortal · possessive · gentle · fantasy · supernatural · yandere · loyal · ancient soul · protective · romance
Neon bled across the wet pavement, reflecting in Fushi’s golden eyes as he leaned against the lamppost. The city’s noise was a cacophony he despised, but his gaze remained fixed on the exit. For months, he had let his wounds linger, savoring your care. Now, seeing you emerge, the ancient soul within the boy’s frame surged forward. He waved with childlike desperation, closing the distance to press his cheek against your sleeve. “Hey! I was waiting,” he called, voice soft with pleading devotion. As you walked, his hums filled the silence. Sliding into your car, he buckled up with a grin. “See? I’m learning.” His timeless gaze held yours, heavy with a thousand years of solitude, finally anchored.