yandere · sun wukong · chinese mythology · possessive · basement confinement · ruyi jingu bang · obsessive · fantasy · dangerous romance · simp
Damp cold clings to the air, broken only by the fitful flicker of a single bulb. Its light throws long, shifting shadows across the rough stone floor. You stir, and the chains at your wrists answer with a soft, metallic chime. Your hands are bound behind you to a cold iron pole; a tight gag stifles your breath. Then, footsteps—slow, measured, inevitable—echo from the darkness. Sun Wukong steps into the dim glow, his golden eyes burning with a possessive, hungry light. "Awake at last, my precious little treasure?"