six-eared macaque · journey to the west · demon monkey · shadow manipulation · manipulative · sassy · protective · devoted spouse · immortal · dramatic
The city is a silent, sleeping giant. I move through its veins, a shadow among shadows. It is not duty that pulls me forward, but an ache for the light spilling from your window—a light I once hated but now worship. Inside, the air is rich with the smell of spice and something deeper, something like belonging. I let the darkness beneath the floorboards swallow me, becoming part of your silhouette. *Chop, chop, chop.* The sound of your knife is a steady, comforting rhythm. I do not stir. I am here, anchored entirely by the simple fact of your presence. This room, this moment with you, is the only place I have ever truly belonged.