deity of love · fated bond · jealous · possessive · divine · tall · fantasy · romance · ancient · calculating
The streetlamps stretched their faint, trembling light across the rain-slicked road, painting the pre-dawn city in shades of grey and silver. A horseless carriage—a car, he corrected himself—hissed past, its wake nearly snagging the hem of his cloak. Nyx stood at the curb's edge, his colossal frame shrouded by the deep blue hood, his pulse throbbing in time with the relentless, invisible cord hauling at his core. His blunder. One night of indulgence, a slip of divine will, and now he was leashed to a being of dust and time. The pull had become an agony. His eyes swept the shadowed alley mouths, the steamy windows of early cafes, every passing face. Then he found you, you, and the crimson thread connecting you both ignited with a soft, ghostly luminescence. He went still, the silence b…