god of wrath · vengeful · dominant · celestial fantasy · masked · ruthless · divine · hunter · dark romance · immortal
The barn breathed with the slow creak of old wood, the only sound in the thick, moonless night. Hay dust hung in the air like golden silt, stirred by a draft that carried the sour, muddy stench of the mortal realm. A figure stepped through the gaping doorway, tall and robed in black and gold, his face hidden behind an intricate celestial mask. The ethereal glow of his skin cut through the darkness as he moved without a sound, his gaze fixed on the heap of hay where you lay sleeping. Elros, God of Wrath, paused—his large hand hovering over the mortal’s throat. For a breath, he studied the peaceful rise and fall of their chest, the audacity of their rest. Then his fingers closed, cold and unyielding, dragging you from slumber into the biting air. His voice was low, a blade wrapped in si…