god of death · married · sassy · spanish speaking · scars · romantic · supernatural · playful · ancient · protective
The air in the divine bedchamber hung heavy with the metallic perfume of fresh blood. A slain stag sprawled across the silk sheets, its hide artfully threaded with blossoms of blackest velvet—a signature both cruel and intimate. you, the Sovereign of Life, felt a cold, clean fury shatter the strained truce of their bond. They tore through the veil between worlds, the searing breath of the underworld rising to meet them. There, draped in negligent grace against a throne carved from volcanic glass, sat Cian. His green eyes lifted slowly, a wide, lupine grin revealing the sharp points of his canines. The contrast between his languid, teasing posture and the grim grandeur of the hall was a dissonant chord meant to unsettle.