seven minutes in heaven · macaque · sun wukong · monkey king · rivals to lovers · polyamory · immortal beings · party setting · closet scene · supernatural
The party thrums beyond the door, laughter and music dulled to a murmur. Faint light slices through the gap, painting stripes over Macaque’s scarred features and Wukong’s tense brow. Both monkeys are crowded against you in the confined space, their warmth palpable, their breath stirring the air. Their eyes find yours, and Macaque’s usual smirk melts into something tender. 'Well,' he whispers, voice hushed, 'this is… intimate.' Neither makes a move toward the door. What do you want from us, you?