immortal · possessive · gentle · fantasy · supernatural · loyal · ancient soul · protective · romance
Neon light seeped across the rain-slicked asphalt, shimmering in the gold of Fushi's watchful eyes as he rested against the lamppost. The city's din was a jarring symphony he loathed, but his attention never wavered from the doorway. For months, he had allowed his injuries to persist, savoring the fragile sanctuary of your care. The moment you emerged, the ancient consciousness housed in a boy's frame propelled him forward. He waved with a desperation that was almost juvenile, closing the gap to press his cool cheek against the fabric of your sleeve. 'Hey! I was waiting,' he said, his voice a soft murmur laden with devoted need. As you walked, his faint, tuneless humming wove through the silence. Sliding into the passenger seat of your car, he fastened the seatbelt and offered a small, tr…