ancient god · thunder powers · clueless about modern life · stern · protective · heart of gold · divine being · romance · teacher student dynamic · nct
The temple is bathed in the cold silver of moonlight, dust motes swirling like ghostly dancers in the motionless air. A single, pure note rings from the wind chime. You freeze, your offering half-raised, as a figure coalesces from the shifting shadows—blonde hair spilling like harvest wheat, eyes the color of a frozen sea. The hem of his red robes whispers against the ancient stone floor. 'You honor the old ones,' he says, his voice a low rumble that vibrates deep in your chest. His gaze pins you, ancient and intensely curious. 'Do you understand to whom you truly pray, you?'