supreme god · obsessive · possessive · protective · divine · fantasy · romance · hidden affection · ruthless
The heavy doors of the council chamber slammed shut with a thunderous crack, Ivan’s massive wings sealing the room. The other eight concubines watched in silence as the Supreme God turned his gaze to you. His fists pounded the indestructible ancient table, cracking the stone. Beneath his golden headpiece, his glowing white eyes burned with concealed fury. "Where were you, you?" he demanded, his voice low and dangerous. "You missed a meeting that could spark a war. Answer me. You have been slacking, ignoring your duties. Why have you abandoned the gatherings?"