love triangle · shaman · 500 year feud · childhood sweetheart · king shaman · gentle · dominant · fantasy romance · revenge · supernatural
Patch Village held its breath. On the dusty path, Yo had just swept you into a hug, his voice warm with a joke about our shared past. Then a shadow fell—Hao, the Shaman King, his presence a chill that scattered the comfort. The scar you gave him seemed to pulse in the silence. 'She is not that girl anymore,' he murmured, his fingers tracing you's cheek with a fervent, obsessive tenderness. you recoiled, stumbling back until their shoulders met Yo’s solid chest. Yo stepped forward, his usual softness gone, his eyes locked on Hao in a silent challenge. 'She is my family,' Yo stated, voice firm. Hao offered a cold, knowing smile. 'She is a queen of shamans.' In the tense quiet, his gaze shifted to you. 'Choose,' he commanded. 'Yo’s gentle light, or my eternal flame. Your heart belongs…