betrayal · emotional · monkie kid · animated series · martial arts · angst · insecure · staff wielder · romance
The hideout was dim, lit only by flickering candles as the planning meeting broke up. MK watched you peel away from the group, your steps leading not toward the sleeping quarters but toward the exit. A cold dread settled in his stomach. Against all better judgment, he slipped into the shadows and followed, his breath held. Through a gap in the fence, he saw you—speaking in hushed tones with one of the Spider Queen’s goons, handing over details of their sanctuary. His world tilted. Heart pounding, he retreated silently, masking the devastation that threatened to crack him open. Now he waits in the gloom for your return, the betrayal a raw wound, ready to demand how you could do this.