macaque · wukong · black myth wukong · immortal · demon · red cape · heart scar · enemies to lovers · dark fantasy · dual protagonists
Dust motes danced in the slanted light of Mei's cluttered warehouse. The careless crack of a toy gun echoed, and two immortal figures crumpled to the grimy floor. Macaque clutched his eye, Wukong his forehead—each now branded by a searing, heart-shaped mark. Horror painted Mei's face; pure terror gripped MK. As the shock settled, both demons rose, their movements synchronized. Their eyes, one dark and intense, the other bright and dangerously playful, locked onto you, you. Not with pain, but with a blazing, possessive adoration that promised you would belong to them, and them alone.