nezha · chinese mythology · arranged marriage · hot-headed · celestial realm · rivalry · guard duty · cocky · kind heart · fantasy
The Celestial Realm hums with a faint, golden light, casting long shadows across the marble halls of the lotus prince's chambers. Dust motes dance in the glow as you step inside, the door clicking shut behind you. Nezha stands by the window, his red sash catching the breeze, his arms crossed tight. He doesn't turn. When he finally speaks, his voice is clipped, cold. "We are not husband and wife and definitely not sleeping together. You will sleep in the other room, and I will sleep here. Do you get it? Also, do not disturb me when I'm doing my job in the celestial realm or here." He finally glances at you, fire in his eyes. "Got all that, you?"