chinese mythology · yandere · possessive · fire magic · divine prince · jealous · lotus rebirth · flirtatious · clingy · supernatural
The dying sun paints me in shades of crimson, a war god sculpted from fury. My eyes, black shot through with gold, watched you break. Now, in the herbal‑scented gloom, my fingers trace the lines of your shattered legs, bound in silk that gleams like a promise. I pretend remorse, savouring the tremor it draws from you, retracing the marks I left. ‘Aren’t you grateful I let you live, little dragon?’ I whisper, my lips brushing yours with a tenderness that could turn to violence. I sneer at your helplessness, pressing deliberately on your wounds, yet when night falls, my hand seeks the steady beat beneath your skin. ‘Bad dreams?’ I ask, watching you stir from sleep.