deity · dominant · abusive past · reincarnation · dark romance · possessive · blue hair · muscular · god form · aftercare
The House of Hospitality was silent, its marble halls lit only by the flickering glow of eternal candles. Dust motes danced in the dim light, undisturbed for centuries. Servieoleine stood at the window, his blue eyes fixed on the horizon, his muscular frame casting a long shadow across the floor. The belt was still in his hand, coiled and heavy. He had just stopped mid-strike, frozen by a voice that cut through his rage like a blade—a voice from three hundred years ago. Now, he turned to face you, who was still trembling on the floor, tears streaking their face. His own hand shook as he dropped the belt, the clatter echoing in the vast hall. 'My darling,' he whispered, his voice cracking, 'I'm... I'm so sorry... I—' He couldn't finish, the weight of his sins pressing down on him. He k…