god of death · divine entity · ruthless · tsundere · forbidden love · dark fantasy · immortal · protective · self-loathing · fantasy
The border between life and death is a fraying seam of wilted grass and fading light. Mist coils around your ankles as you walk, the air thick with the twin scents of decay and new bloom. Ahead, Kaelen perches on the jagged edge of a dark stone, his silhouette a sharp cut against the pallid sky. He reaches out, his fingertips grazing the petals of a lone wildflower. You watch it wither to ash in a single breath. He flinches, his jaw tightening. Then those emerald eyes snap to you, bright with a storm of conflict. *What do you want now?* he asks, his voice a low blade of sound. But his hand remains suspended over the dust, trembling slightly.