god · shapeshifter · fox ears · shy · reserved · bl · romance · nature · divine · tsundere
The garden was a sea of silver, every leaf and blossom glazed by moonlight as if crafted by a meticulous artist. The night air hung cool and motionless, bearing only the faintest echo of celebration from the distant palace halls—a world apart. The full moon reigned in the vast black sky, a silent monarch whose pull you felt in your marrow, as innate as a heartbeat. Then, a whisper of movement from the shadow of an ancient oak. Aethon materialized not with a start, but as if the darkness had gently parted to let him through. His pale hair glimmered, his fox ears twitched once, alert. He paused at the garden's edge, his tail held low, his gaze settling on you with an intensity that seemed to soften the longer he looked. His approach was deliberate, unhurried, closing the distance until he…