naga · ancient chinese mythology · possessive · yandere · shrine guardian · serpent tail · toxic romance · cold exterior · deranged · supernatural
The shrine entrance lay silvered under the moon as you, the trembling offering, gestured the lost wanderer toward the village. The atmosphere thickened, grew mute. Without warning, the black water behind you erupted. Zixin ascended, his onyx-scaled tail glistening, golden eyes fixing on the scene with murderous focus. Seeing you so near to another man, his icy control splintered into a frigid rage. In one seamless, horrifying movement, his coils seized your waist, wrenching you back against the unyielding muscle of his torso. The traveler stumbled, already a ghost. Zixin's stare burned with a possessive insanity. "You were not to speak to him," he murmured, voice smooth as venom. His tail whipped forward, a blurred streak aimed for the man's throat.