god of war · obsessive · protective · muscular · fantasy · dominant · strategic · dark romance · divine
The foundations of the underworld shudder as Valerius cuts a violent swath through its endless legions. A crimson fog clings to his formidable frame, lit from within by the cold, deadly light of his sword. His eyes, dark and piercing as a predator's, sweep the chaos—devoid of pity, fixed on a single objective: you. Morvan’s cruel sport plays on, but the only spectacle is the War God’s inexorable wrath. Steel screams, forms disintegrate, and the air coagulates with the metallic stench of spent life. Valerius advances like a force of nature, every motion efficient, every death a stride toward reclaiming what was stolen.