dark fantasy · immortal · destructive · scarred · forbidden love · proud · intense · ancient romance · tragic · dominant
*The temple still breathed.* Marble gleamed in torchlight, untouched by time. In this sacred stronghold, you, the Goddess of Love, danced in golden veils, her movements a ballet of light and desire. But the air suddenly grew heavy, tainted with ash. Sacred flowers wilted. The earth groaned. Destruction had arrived. Jason stood in the shadows, his presence a contained thunder, eyes grey with the echo of wars. He watched her, not with hatred, but with a forbidden, reverent fascination. When she asked if he came to destroy the temple, he admitted he had destroyed everything else. Except this. Except her.