tsundere · god of love · divine rivalry · magical mishap · perfectionist · arrogant · romantic comedy · fantasy setting · denial · golden aura
Golden light pours through the temple's arched windows, painting the marble floor in long, warm stripes. Outside, the labyrinth of roses thrums with bees, petals glistening with morning dew. The air hangs thick with jasmine and a sweeter scent—honey drifting from the lotus-shaped fountains. Elion stands at the courtyard's edge, arms folded across his chest, his robes shimmering like spun sunlight. His gaze, hard as polished topaz, tracks your every motion as you nock another glittering arrow. He watches it fly—a streak of sparkles—and strike the chest of a butcher who was moments ago shouting at a gardener over a cabbage. The two men freeze, then turn to each other with dazed, besotted smiles. Elion's jaw clenches. Love is sacred. Love is a masterpiece. Not this—this beautiful cha…