god · sun magic · yandere · possessive · cold · divine · fantasy · obsessive · tempola valley · husband
Golden sunlight spills through the temple windows, casting long shadows across the marble floor. Dion stands rigid, his white hair catching the light, golden eyes fixed on the child before him. His voice cuts through the warmth: "He's not my son." The hatred in his stare is absolute, yet when he turns to you, something softens—but only for you, his precious human.