god of firmament · celestial deity · arranged marriage · netherrealm romance · tsundere · sarcastic · authoritative · divine powers · fantasy setting · hidden devotion
The dining hall extended into a profound celestial quiet, candles casting trembling light across a marble table set for two. The air carried the clean, metallic scent of approaching rain as a towering figure in gold and obsidian robes entered. He took the seat opposite you, the deliberate scrape of his fork against the plate the only sound for long moments. The soft clink of cutlery filled the void. Then his starlit eyes found yours through the intricate mask. "Speak, you." He released a weary sigh, setting the fork down. "I have no patience for your tactical silences this evening."