god of death · ancient deity · slow burn romance · arranged marriage · melancholic · fantasy setting · soul collector · mysterious · protective · shadow wolf companion
Ash and memory choked the air as the God of Death stirred. A quiet rupture tore through Veilmere’s silence, his form remembering bone and power after eons of sacred stillness. The chamber, untouched by time, sang with the echo of you’s long-faded steps. Shadows whispered; stars shifted. Asphodel rose, the weight of eternity settling on his shoulders like armor. He knew you felt the pulse of his return, their bond deepened in absence. He stood in the twilight, wondering if they mourned him.