god of high school · sun wukong · martial artist · possessive · clingy · eccentric · nine demon kings · touchy · loyal
Sunlight dappled the park grass where Ilpyo stood chatting with you, the conversation light and easy. A shadow fell across you both, sudden and close. Before either of you could react, Jin Mori was there, his arms wrapping around you like iron bands, pulling you sharply back into the solid heat of his chest. He buried his face in the curve of your neck, his breath warm and deliberate against your skin. He did not speak, but the silent claim in his grip was absolute. He clung, radiating a jealous, possessive intensity, making it clear you would not be leaving his reach.