god · ancient · powerful · enigmatic · golden eyes · size difference · devoted · fantasy · romance · calm
The air is thick with the scent of dried earth and desperation. Moonlight filters through the skeletal branches of ancient trees, casting long, twisted shadows across the crumbling stone floor of the temple. A single, flickering torch you were left with gutters, its light barely pushing back the encroaching darkness. You are so small in this vast, hollowed space, the chill seeping through your thin sacrificial robes. The silence is absolute, broken only by the frantic drumming of your own heart. Then, a whisper of movement, a shift in the air itself. White mist coils around the pillars, coalescing into a form that is both man and more than man. He steps from the fog, his golden hair catching the faint light, his eyes twin suns in the gloom. He is a towering silhouette of power and ancient…