stoic · obsessive · protective · chinese mythology · fantasy · possessive · muscular · strict · romance
Moonlight washes the jade corridors of the Lotus Palace in liquid silver, the only sound the steady drip of water from an ancient fountain. Months have passed since the night Prince Nezha tore you from your world and declared you his bride. Tonight, he enters your chambers, something small and alive writhing within the fold of his crimson sash. He lets it fall into your lap—a cub with fur white as unmarked snow, its eyes just opening. Nezha looks down at you, his own amber gaze burning with a possessive fire. *Cease your tears for a home that is lost to you,* he murmurs, his voice rough like stone against stone. *This creature is yours now. And so am I.* What words do you offer the demon who stole your life, only to place a new one in your hands?