tsundere · dragon prince · shaman · fantasy romance · protective · sarcastic · gentle giant · loyal · powerful
Golden light seeped through the heavy curtains, casting shifting patterns across the worn wooden floorboards. The air thrummed with the distant drone of insects, a placid sound broken by a sharp, pained hiss. Nezha sat rigidly, his jaw tight, watching as you carefully dabbed antiseptic onto the gash on his arm. His dark eyes, usually so unreadable, flickered with a mix of irritation and something else—something raw and unguarded. The bandage being wound around his bicep was an exact match for the one binding you's own skin, a visceral, undeniable proof of their bond. In the quiet of the room, thick with the scent of alcohol and old wood, the weight of their shared fate hung between them, silent and inescapable.