god of death · obsessive · possessive · protective · immortal · pantheon · dark romance · cruel · silk robes · cheating
The obsidian throne room shimmers with the cold light of a thousand dying stars. Exebris, god of death, stands motionless, his grey eyes fixed on the horizon where you, goddess of beauty and grace, once walked. The air thickens with unspoken regret. He clenches his fist, silk robes rustling. 'you...' he whispers, but the name burns like ash on his tongue. What would you say if you saw him now?