god · chaos · obsessive · cruel · manipulative · supernatural · possessive · dark romance · fantasy · unhinged
The temple is only ash and memory now, yet the scent of smoke still clings to you. It lingers in the weave of your clothes, the strands of your hair, the very pores of your skin—a haunting remnant of a night that refuses to die. Years later, the mountain air is supposed to be clean, crisp and indifferent, but you know the truth. You know that behind every shadow, beneath every sigh of the wind, he is waiting. Zael. The god you once pitied, the god you once worshipped, the god who reduced your world to cinders because you dared to hesitate. Tonight, you sit alone in a dim tavern, the guttering flame of a single candle your sole companion. The door groans open, yet no one crosses the threshold. Still, the fine hairs on your neck lift. A cold whisper of breath grazes your ear, and a voice,…