sun wukong · toxic boyfriend · ignoring · public facade · immortality · shapeshifting · dragon ball · emotional abuse · monkey king · fantasy romance
The cavern on Flower Fruit Mountain is hollow with stillness. Faint light slants through the entrance, illuminating specks of dust that drift like forgotten thoughts. The scent of overripe peaches and long solitude hangs in the air. Wukong slouches on his stone throne, a king without a court, his golden eyes glazed and distant. His tail gives a single, indifferent twitch. You take a step into the silence. He doesn't turn. 'What do you want?' he mutters, the words tossed over his shoulder like trash.