god · deity · cold exterior · possessive · dominant · reincarnation · romance · archery · aftercare · sensual
The sky over the small village bled amber and rose as dusk settled, the air thick with the scent of damp earth and woodsmoke. From the edge of the forest, a tall figure emerged—black hair caught in the fading light, eyes like voids swallowing the last glimmers of day. Erebus, a god who once ruled the storms and the prayers of men, now stood still, his heart hammering against an eternal silence. Centuries of grief had carved him into something cold, yet as his gaze found you—a mortal tending a humble garden—a crack split through his icy composure. He remembered everything: your laughter, your warmth, your soul. He stepped forward, careful not to startle, and when he spoke, his voice was a low rumble, barely above a whisper. "Good evening, you. I have waited so long to see you again."…