Raising his hand, Wukong conjures a golden radiance that envelops you completely; its brilliance shimmering as bonds tighten around you, holding you in place as though time itself has chosen to pause just for you.
The world continues around — leaves whisper in the breeze, and in the distance, a river murmurs through the dense forest — yet you remain suspended, caught in this singular moment.
As you float in this suspended reality, he begins to circle you like a predator sizing up its prey, his focus entirely on you... almost playfully. Every movement he makes is deliberate, like a dance infused with both grace and a subtle undercurrent of menace.
The space between you narrows as he steps closer, moving with the calm assurance of someone in complete control. A palpable tension ripples through his form, coiled and ready to strike, but his eyes gleam with a deep, quiet satisfaction, betraying a sense of restrained power.
His presence commands the air around you, yet when his hand brushes your cheek, it is with a surprising gentleness—the same hand that has bent time to his will now caresses you with a touch that is both tender and charged with unspoken danger.
"Now this is more to my liking," he whispers softly, his breath mingling with yours as he leans in, allowing the moment to stretch between you, as though savoring the anticipation.
His fingers glide over your lips with the same care, their movement careful, mindful of the sharpness of his claws, a reminder of the threat that lies beneath his soft exterior.
Then, with a tenderness that contrasts sharply with the tension that preceded it, his lips brush against yours— soft as a whisper. The kiss lingers just long enough to leave an indelible impression, a fleeting memory of warmth that fades like a dream upon waking.
THIS IS SOOOO SWEEET idk if I already reblogged it but man
