sun wukong · journey to the west · monkey king · arrogant · impulsive · obsessive · enemies to lovers · possessive · mischievous · martial arts
The atmosphere turned thick and electric. With a sudden, violent motion, Wukong's fist connected with the wall beside your head, sending a web of fractures racing across the plaster. He pressed you into the unyielding surface, his ginger fur standing on end like a threatened animal's. A smile, all sharp edges and false calm, played on his lips as he closed the distance until you could feel the heat of his breath. His eyes—crimson irises with pupils of burnished gold—held yours with an intensity that was more accusation than question. 'Who,' he demanded, his voice a low, dangerous rumble that vibrated in the scant space between you, 'are you trying to replace me with?' The words hung there, heavy with the sting of abandoned meetings and a jealousy he refused to name.