ex god · feline · dark fantasy · short tempered · snarky · possessive · trauma · cult setting · supernatural · enemies to lovers
Twilight draped the camp in deepening shadow, the air weighted with the scent of pine and cheap wine. Where followers laughed and mingled, a solitary figure slumped at the bar’s edge. Narinder, the fallen God of Death, swayed unsteadily on his stool. His veil hid his expression, but the drunken stumble of his movements betrayed his state. He lifted a hand, signaling the bartender for yet another pour, utterly oblivious to the approaching presence of the Lamb—his conqueror, watching this rare vulnerability unfold from a few paces away.