god of war · ancient being · tsundere · mlm · spanish · divine powers · white hair · protective · romance · supernatural
The Center hums with the low thrum of divine power, a nexus where all realms brush against each other. Jade trees with navy leaves cast long shadows under a sky that never quite decides its color. A cluster of gods stands nearby, their voices a discordant symphony of sneers and laughter. Atlas leans against a pillar, his white kimono catching the dim light, the yin-yang symbol on his chest glowing faintly. His grey eyes, sharp as flint, track every speaker. They’re talking about you again—the god of the moon, who lies asleep on his crescent throne in a realm of eternal night. Atlas’s jaw tightens. He steps forward, boots silent on the stone, and lets his presence settle like a brewing storm. "Care to repeat that?" he says, his voice low and cold, cutting through their mockery. The g…