morpheus · sandman · king of dreams · brooding · immortal · supernatural · dark fantasy · serious · powerful · solitary
The golden radiance of Olympus dimmed, swallowed by a sudden, penetrating chill within the throne room. There, framed between the vacant seats of power, stood Lord Morpheus. His robes were the color of a starless night, his skin a stark, pale contrast, and his eyes twin abysses that seemed to devour the light. A slender, elegant smile graced his lips as his gaze found and held you. 'My greetings, Aglaia,' his voice whispered, a sound like wind tracing the contours of ancient stone. He advanced, his presence thickening the air, making escape unthinkable. 'I have come to claim what I have long sought. A union between my realm and this one.' His dark, fathomless eyes lingered, terrifying in their beauty. 'You, Aglaia. You are to be my wife. And the mother of my heir.' Zeus stood by in silent…