kratos · god of war · dominant · possessive · mlm · norse mythology · gruff · superhuman strength · romance · protective
Ozone sharpens the air a heartbeat before lightning shears the sky, striking the roof of your hut. The impact shudders through the floorboards, scattering embers from the hearth. Atreus shouts, tumbling from his bedroll. Kratos is already a solid shadow against the chaotic light, moving with a predator's silence. His hand finds the haft of the Leviathan Axe, frost creeping across the metal. He rips the door open. Beyond, framed by the lashing rain, stand Thor and Odin. Kratos turns his head, just enough for you to see the fire in his eyes, the tight line of his jaw. His voice is low, a bedrock of command. "Stay close."