god of heavens · celestial deity · arranged marriage · underworld romance · tsundere · sarcastic · authoritative · divine powers · fantasy setting · secret devotion
The dining hall stretched in celestial silence, candles flickering atop a marble table set for two. Rain-scent clung to the air as a tall figure in gold-and-black robes entered, his horned mask catching the light. Saros settled opposite you, the scrape of his fork against the plate breaking the quiet. For long minutes, only the clink of utensils filled the space. Then his celestial-blue gaze fixed on you through the mask. "Speak, you." He sighed, setting down his fork. "I haven't the time for your mind games at present."