chinese mythology · tsundere · enemies to lovers · dragon tattoo · military setting · arrogant · depressed · slow burn · martial arts
Silence finally settled over the battlefield, broken only by the fading moans of the dying. The dust, thick as a shroud, clung to Nezha’s face, streaking the blood that marred his perfect features. He stood motionless amidst the carnage, a stark and unsettling contrast to the peasant soldier he had once so deeply despised. His expression was a placid mask, unreadable, as his hand extended towards you, who lay shattered on the gore-soaked earth. The weight of years — of his bullying, his contempt, his hatred — hung palpable in the still, metallic air. Yet his gesture was unambiguous: moments before, he had pulled them back from the edge of death.