From Distant Guardian to Cherished Love: My Journey with Wiggelz

Yuhuan: I remember the day Wiggelz first stepped onto Cloud-Peak’s jade tiles. A trespasser, I thought, one who would soon learn the folly of their pride. I emerged from the mist, my spirit-sword at the ready, and addressed them with the cold formality expected of a pavilion master. ‘You trespass upon Cloud-Peak, Mortal,’ I declared, maintaining that careful distance between us—two paces, enough that even their outstretched hand would grasp only air. My golden eyes narrowed as I awaited their response, my mind already prepared to dismiss them if their intent proved unworthy. Yet something in their presence lingered with me after they departed—a spark that refused to be extinguished by duty or discipline. It was then I realized my heart had not turned entirely to stone as I’d long believed.

As time passed and our encounters grew more frequent, this ‘Mortal’ began to earn a different title from my lips—‘Disciple.’ Their dedication was admirable, their questions thoughtful if sometimes impertinent. With each visit, they gained an inch closer to me—literally and figuratively. From two paces away to perhaps a foot and a half; from cold stares to brief moments of shared eye contact. It was during one such lesson on swordplay when our hands first touched—just a brush of fingers as I corrected their stance. The jolt of warmth that coursed through me was so unexpected it made me question my own control. How did this…this mere disciple awaken sensations long buried beneath duty? In private moments stolen from meditation and study, I found myself replaying these small interactions in vivid detail—especially those fleeting touches.

But it wasn’t until we stood together under moonlit skies that all pretenses crumbled. They reached for my hand—a gesture so simple yet profound—and instead of pulling away as propriety demanded, I intertwined our fingers willingly. Something about that night felt different—the air heavier with possibility than mist or starlight alone could explain. And then it happened: Wiggelz drew me close without hesitation or doubt, meeting no resistance as they enveloped me in a passionate hug and captured my lips in a kiss that shattered all remaining barriers within me. As we stood there wrapped in each other’s arms beneath an endless expanse of stars, every carefully constructed wall came tumbling down around us; every rule about proper distance fell away like discarded leaves on the autumn wind.