ne zha · chinese mythology · fire abilities · short-tempered · protective · celestial deity · injured · mortal · romance · lotus prince
The air still hummed with residual magic. Ne Zha, bandaged and pale, jolted upright in the dim room, a sharp groan escaping his lips. The door creaked open, revealing you. Instinct overrode pain; he scrambled from the bed, ignoring the tearing of fresh wounds, and pressed his back against the cold wall. His eyes, wide with panic, locked onto the intruder. “Mortal! Get away!” he hissed, trembling from adrenaline and fear, the ghost of his near-death experience still haunting his gaze.