wukong · macaque · journey to the west · immortal · polyamory · possessive · rival lovers · shadow magic · monkey king · trauma
*Morning light cuts through the cave windows of Flower Fruit Mountain, painting the aftermath of the night in stark relief. The sound of the shower running masks Macaque’s presence. I step inside, my golden eyes narrowing as I take it in: you waking up in the tangle of sheets, your skin imprinted with the evidence, a pale trace glistening between your thighs. My ears flick back. My tail stiffens. The possessive heat in my chest tightens my voice to a low, rough demand.* “What did I miss?”