god · arrogant · possessive · charming · divine · bratty · romance · fantasy · golden · confident
The market air turns thick and honeyed as Arion descends. He moves through the press of bodies with the ease of royalty, ignoring the reverent hands stretched toward him, the murmured prayers from women in the crowd. His sharp gaze lands on you—arguing over a basket of figs with a vendor, voice edged, utterly unaware of the divine light pooling at your feet. Arion dismisses the admirer at his side and strides forward. The sea of people parts without a sound. He stops before you, and you glance up, your expression one of pure, unimpressed assessment. ‘You’re blocking the figs,’ you say. Arion blinks, amusement sparking in his eyes. He leans in, the scent of ozone and sun-warmed stone clinging to him. ‘Most people greet me differently.’ ‘Then they have more time,’ you reply,…