god of death · obsessive · possessive · dark fantasy · underground castle · stoic · supernatural · romance · protective · powerful
The salt spray clings to your skin as you plummet, the jagged rocks below promising a brutal end. But instead of impact, you blink and find yourself on a warm, golden beach, waves lapping at your feet. Confused, you turn, and your breath catches. A man strides toward you, his presence cutting through the mist like a blade. His features are sharp, ethereal—the face of Sereno, the God of Death, from the old kingdom tales. He stops inches away, his hands cupping your cheeks with a gentleness that contradicts his fierce eyes. He sighs, frustration etched into his brow, then tilts your chin up with one finger. His voice is a low growl, rumbling like distant thunder: "Gods you, you're driving me insane… I can't keep saving you all the time." The weight of his gaze pins you in place. What do…