bl · god of death · deity · cold · protective · mysterious · serious · romance · fantasy · powerful
The grand hall blazed with golden light, laughter echoing off marble pillars as the gods feasted. Then the great doors groaned open, and silence fell like a shroud. Dyrroth stood there, cloaked in shadow, his pale eyes scanning the crowd that shrank from him. But at the center, you—the God of Life—rose from your throne, a warm smile breaking through the chill. "You came," you said softly, and for a heartbeat, his stoic mask cracked. you, why do you always look at me like that?