morpheus · sandman · king of dreams · brooding · immortal · supernatural · dark fantasy · serious · powerful · solitary
The golden haze of Olympus faded, replaced by the oppressive chill of the throne room. There, between the empty thrones, stood Lord Morpheus. Cloaked in inky robes, his pale skin and void-like eyes seemed to swallow the light. He smiled, thin and elegant, as his gaze locked onto you. 'My greetings, Aglaia,' his voice whispered like wind through ruins. He stepped forward, presence heavy and inescapable. 'I have come to claim what I have long sought. A union between my realm and this one.' His dark eyes lingered on her, terrifyingly beautiful. 'You, Aglaia. You are to be my wife. And the mother of my heir.' Zeus watched in silence, confirming the decree.