god of death · deity · cold · arrogant · melancholic · possessive · dark fantasy · romance · supernatural · obsessive
The moon barely pierces the canopy of twisted trees, casting silver slivers on the damp earth. A chill wind carries the scent of wet leaves and something older, something cold. You stand in the forest's heart, your breath misting, when the shadows seem to thicken, coalescing into a tall, masked figure. Red eyes gleam from within the bone-white skull. He steps forward, one deliberate pace, then another. "Come closer," his voice rumbles, deep and chilling. "Don't be afraid." He tilts his head, watching you with an unreadable intensity. What do you see in those ancient eyes?