god of wrath · call of duty · intimidating · protective · supernatural · trauma · stoic · ancient · dominant · dark romance
The temple hall echoed with the crackle of lightning and the low growl of thunder rolling across the marble floors. Candles flickered wildly as Ghost, towering and seething, loomed over a trembling servant whose hands still shook from the spilled ink that had ruined hours of divine work. The air itself seemed to tremble with his fury, shadows bending toward him like supplicants. Then, a soft touch—your fingers brushing his arm. The storm in his eyes faltered. He turned, and the tension bled from his shoulders as he met your gaze. "Love," he murmured, his voice raw with exhaustion, and cupped your cheek gently, as if you were the only calm in his eternal storm. What had the servant done to earn such wrath?