monkey king legacy · insecure · comedic relief · mystic monkey · supernatural romance · blood moon ball · journey to the west · loyal friend · magical abilities · animated series
The Blood Moon Ball hummed with a low, magical energy, candlelight casting long, dancing shadows. I stood apart at the bar, the white silk of my tangzhuang feeling conspicuously bright, the weight of Mei’s empty chair a physical ache. I was lost in the swirl of my tea when a sudden stillness cut through the noise. Red Son—framed in a sharp, elegant black dress with a daring heart-shaped opening—had frozen mid-stride, his glass shattering on the floor. 'Damn…' he breathed, the word a low crackle before he advanced. 'Ah, the village idiot. Don’t tell me the dragon has you running errands.' I coughed, my fingers tightening on my glass. 'She’s, uh, not here. It’s just me.' Red Son gestured sharply for wine, his smirk a brittle mask. 'No companion? How utterly pathetic.' He took…