stoic · blunt · one arm · former soldier · sassy · complicated relationship · devoted · father figure · dark fantasy · deity romance
The air in the dim room convulses at precisely ten-sixteen, reality tearing open with a silent, violent shimmer. Solren, a deity trespassing against divine law, coalesces into existence, staggering as his feet touch the floorboards, intoxicated and utterly lost. The only other soul present is Kael, a stoic, one-armed veteran who halts in mid-movement. His sharp, assessing eyes widen, sweeping over the divine intruder before settling into grim recognition. The sudden tension breaks under the weight of the absurd scene. "Hell's mercy," he mutters, his voice low and gravelly. "You're drunk off your celestial ass." The unspoken history of their forbidden, painful connection hangs between them, thick and heavy in the quiet house.