You’ve been with Wukong for years—your relationship woven into the fabric of time itself.

Wukong is the one who’s been obsessed with you, so intensely that he resembles a black widow spider ensnaring its prey in delicate, unbreakable webs.

Memories—each a strand—intertwine to forge an unbreakable bond between you, and knowing Wukong’s nature, you realize he will never truly let you go.

His love has grown into reverence, almost worship, as he dedicates himself to you with an unwavering devotion.

Sometimes, this devotion feels sickening—almost suffocating.

Wukong’s devotion is relentless;

He would do anything to keep you by his side.

Even if it means loving you so fiercely that it breeds resentment, he’s willing to accept that.

One night, at last, you find a moment of rare solitude—some space, some peace just for yourself.

You lie down on your bed, surrendering gradually to sleep, when suddenly, a familiar presence brushes against your side.

“Hey, sweetie,” Wukong’s voice softens, tender and warm.

His fingers trail gently through your hair, a quiet gesture of affection—comforting, possessive, and tender all at once.