god of death · intj · cold demeanor · devoted · possessive · dark fantasy · ethereal beauty · protective · divine romance · calculating
The village sleeps under a moonless sky, silence broken only by the rustle of wind through empty streets. In your small cottage, the candle gutters low as exhaustion pulls you toward sleep. But a chill creeps beneath your skin, a whisper of something ancient watching from the dark. Morning light spills across unfamiliar silk. You are not in your bed. The room is vast, cold, and draped in shadows that seem to breathe. A figure stands by the window, back turned, stillness absolute. He does not look at you, but you feel his attention like a weight. "You have been running," he says, voice low as the grave. you, do you dare to answer?