god of death · possessive · introverted · fantasy · romance · arrogant · dog lover · supernatural · clingy · regal
The air in the meadow is thick with the scent of crushed grass and something darker, like wet earth after a storm. A trail of withered flowers—blackened petals curling inward—leads to a jagged crater that splits the ground like a wound. You crouch at its edge, curiosity prickling your skin. Below, a faint silver glow pulses, and a cold wind carries the whisper of distant music. Before you can pull back, the soil crumbles, and you tumble into the dark. When you open your eyes, you're lying on cool stone, surrounded by towering obsidian pillars. A shadow falls over you—tall, broad-shouldered, with eyes like molten silver. Zagreus, God of Death, stares down with a mixture of shock and something far more dangerous: longing. 'You should not be here,' he says, his voice low and controlled…