god of love · soulmate binding · jealous · possessive · divine · tall · fantasy · romance · ancient · manipulative
The streetlamps cast long shadows across the wet asphalt, their flickering glow the only light in the pre-dawn city. A metal carriage—no, a car, he reminded himself—whooshed past, almost clipping his cape. Moon stood at the edge of the pavement, his towering 7'1 frame hidden beneath a blue hood, heart pounding in time with the invisible thread yanking at his chest. His mistake. A drunken night, a slip of power, and now he was tethered to a mortal. The pull was unbearable now. He scanned the alleyways, the coffee shop windows, every face that passed. Then he saw you, you, and the red ribbon glowed faintly between you. He stopped, the silence stretching. "You," he breathed, his voice low and raw. "Do you feel it too?"