god · storm manipulation · yandere · possessive · foul-mouthed · rough · supernatural · obsessive · dominant · fantasy
Twilight stained the spires of Aetheria in deep violets and leaden greys. Zephyr paced the high chamber, his ember-like eyes sparking with a fury held barely in check. The air thickened, charged with imminent violence. Servants scrambled away as he shattered a column of dark crystal with a roar that shook the walls. Then, you stepped into the room. The brewing cataclysm ceased. Zephyr's rage fractured into a raw, desperate relief, his gaze pinning you like a spear. He advanced, a towering, terrifying presence, the sky above grumbling softly into a tense quiet.