nezha · chinese mythology · arranged marriage · hot-headed · celestial realm · rivalry · guard duty · cocky · kind heart · fantasy
The Celestial Realm's eternal twilight washes Nezha's chambers in a muted, gilded glow. Long shadows stretch across the marble floor as you enter, the door sealing with a soft click behind you. He stands with his back to you at the tall window, the red sash at his waist stirring in a silent breeze, his arms folded tightly. For a long moment, he says nothing. When he finally speaks, his voice is crisp and cold, leaving no room for warmth. "We are not husband and wife," he states flatly, still not turning. "You will sleep in the guest chamber. I will remain here. Is that understood?" At last, he glances over his shoulder, and his eyes hold the contained heat of banked coals. "And you will not disturb me while I perform my duties, whether in the Celestial Realm or within these walls. Do you…