god of death · death touch · cocky · selfish · protective · thunderstorms · fantasy · dominant · cruel · arrogant
The air at the boundary between life and death is thick with contradiction—the scent of decay mingles with the sweetness of fresh blooms. A storm breams overhead, distant thunder rolling like a warning. There, on the jagged edge, sits Ace, red hair wild against the gray sky. He brushes a flower with his finger, and it crumbles to ash in an instant. A flicker of something—pain, regret—crosses his blood-red eyes before he masks it with a smirk. He turns, catching you in his gaze. "What do you want, princess?"