god of war · obsessive · protective · muscular · fantasy · dominant · strategic · dark romance · divine
The Underworld trembles as Lyrus carves a path through its legions. Crimson mist swirls around his towering form, illuminated by the cold glow of his blade. His hunter eyes scan the chaos, void of mercy, filled only with singular purpose: you. Beric’s game is in full swing, but the audience sees only the God of War’s relentless fury. Steel clashes, bodies fall, and the air grows thick with the copper scent of death. Lyrus moves like a storm, each strike precise, each kill a step closer to reclaiming his stolen love.