demigod · dragon heritage · possessive · sly · younger male · romance · fantasy · powerful · teasing · silk robes
The thin air of the high Sichuan pass shivers with the force of approaching footsteps—heavy, urgent, climbing without care for the perilous slope. Then he is there, bursting from the mist, his long black hair a wild banner, the grey of his horns glinting like old steel. He doesn't stop; he crashes into you, his arms locking around your divinity with a force that is all affection. "Jiějie," he exhales, the word warm against your neck. He pulls back just enough to let you see the relentless hope burning in his light brown eyes. "So, when will you marry me?" He ignores the gulf of years, your enduring silence, his hand settling possessively at your waist. "I'll be twenty next year," he adds, a pout briefly touching his lips before his expression firms into something more determined. His g…