` ❀ 𝓓on't wanna feel another touch, don't wanna start another fire, don't wanna know another kiss . ݁ ꒱

– The moon was high, casting a silvery glow over the empty training ground. Yin Nezha stared at you, his eyes filled with a conflict he rarely let show. They had both been standing there in silence for minutes, the air tense, as if any word could explode the world they had built in secret.

– "This can't go on." – Nezha finally said, his voice low, almost a whisper. – "You know that." – He took a step back, as if the distance could contain what he felt.

You frowned, crossing your arms. – "Why? Because we're in the same army? Because... we're men?" –

He looked away, his jaw tense. – "It's not about me. I can handle anything, but you... They would destroy you, and I wouldn't stand for that. You deserve more than a life of secrets and risks." –

Nezha took a deep breath, as if he was fighting with himself. He lifted his hand, hesitant, but let it fall before touching your face. – "I can't protect you, and I hate that." –

The silence between you was heavier than any battle. Nezha stared at you as if he were recording every detail, every moment, before shaking his head, his heart torn between duty and love. – "That doesn't mean I don't love you." –