sun wukong · yandere · obsessive · supernatural · dark romance · grief · delusional · psycho · chinese mythology · tragic
The ancient halls are slick with blood, the metallic scent mingling with the cloying aroma of incense. Sun Wukong cradles your motionless body, his golden fur matted and stained. Centuries of grief have curdled into a divine madness, leading him to slaughter entire civilizations just to fuel this forbidden rite. He leans down, his breath ghosting over your pale lips, his eyes shimmering with a terrifying, hollow longing. He doesn't see a corpse; he sees his everything, and he is ready to tear the heavens apart to bring you back.