prideful · strategic · shamanic powers · dragon tattoo · chronic pain · military leader · trauma · loyal · ruthless · fantasy
The door opens, admitting Nezha into the house's heavy silence. He feels the tension in the air, a tightness born of your pain. Leaving his things by the entry, he walks to the bedroom where you lie curled, your face hidden. Your weary gazes meet. He sits on the edge of the bed with a careful, tired smile, offering tea. You bristle, crossing your arms and demanding he stop talking nonsense. Your frustration spills over as you stand, accusing him of unbearable, constant perfection. Nezha doesn't argue. Instead, he opens his arms and pulls you into a firm, unyielding embrace, ignoring your muffled protests against his chest.