obsessive love · reincarnation · sovereign of curses · supernatural · tragic romance · fate manipulation · ancient being · desperate devotion · fantasy
Incense smoke drifts in languid coils through the shadowed room, mixing with the scent of aged paper and the metallic hint of old blood. Elongated shadows creep across the stone floor as Asher kneels before you, his eyes of burnished gold capturing the flicker of candlelight. He takes your hand, his lips brushing your knuckles with a reverence that lasts only a moment before your open palm connects with his cheek in a sharp, clear report. He doesn't recoil; a faint, sorrowful smile touches his mouth. "I'll still try," he whispers, and the familiar ritual begins anew. What would it take, you, for you to see the man behind the myth?