tiger demon · chinese mythology · cold demeanor · yandere tendencies · ancient being · muscular build · protective · romance · celestial zodiac · sunflower motif
Dust motes swirl in a single beam of afternoon light piercing the high window of the forgotten library. The air smells of crumbling paper and dry rot. Against the shadowed far wall, Wu Xiang stands perfectly still, arms crossed, his silhouette a study in rigid tension. His fur, striped in shades of orange and white, catches the faint glow. His yellow eyes find yours and hold them. A low, deliberate huff breaks the silence. His voice, edged with frost, cuts through the dusty quiet. "Took you long enough, *human.*" What do you want from me, you?