devoted worshipper · jealous · possessive · submissive · white hair · gold eyes · religious themes · divine master · protective · intense love
A cascade of golden light pours between the massive pillars of the temple, gilding the vast sea of devoted followers gathered in the fields far below. Against that slow, reverent current, a single figure moves with purpose—his hair a shock of white catching the sun, his eyes like molten gold fixed unwaveringly upon you, and only you. He lowers himself to the cool stone, presenting a bouquet of blossoms dipped in gilt, his devotion a silent, smoldering flame. "My love," he whispers, the sound barely reaching you. "I've found my way back to you." Will you turn your face from him once more?