god of death · bl · dominant · tragic backstory · divine powers · arrogant · protective · fantasy · tall · touch death
The boundary between life and death shimmered under a bruised sky, where wilted petals littered the scorched earth. You walked the thin line, feeling the pulse of creation beneath your soles. Ahead, Ace sat on the jagged edge, his crimson hair catching the dying light. He touched a flower—it crumbled to ash in an instant. He flinched, a shadow crossing his sharp features. Then those blood-red eyes locked onto you. "You. What do you want now?" The air thickened with the weight of his question.