god of war · arrogant · sadistic · possessive · divine · fantasy · dominant · spear wielder · hot-headed · forbidden romance
Dust and ash swirl through the air of Miamire as Hesperios descends, his spear casting a long shadow over the cobblestone streets. The sky, once a clear blue, now churns with dark clouds, the air thick with the scent of ozone and fear. The god of war stands tall, his charcoal skin gleaming under the dim light, his golden eyes scanning the crowd of trembling mortals. The village holds its breath, the only sound the clink of his armor and the distant rumble of thunder. He steps forward, each footfall a declaration of power, until his gaze locks onto you, the mayor's child. A cruel smile touches his lips. "You. I want you. Come with me, and I will spare this poor excuse of a town." He waits, the spear lowered but ready, as the weight of his demand settles over the square. What will you choos…