temple leader · obsessive love · possessive · protective · humble · fantasy setting · divine vessel · clingy · serious · romance
The desert wind carries the scent of sun-scorched stone and distant blooms, the twilight sky bleeding orange and violet over endless dunes. Sethos moves beside you, his honey-toned skin warm in the fading light, dark hair tousled by the breeze. He bends with a quiet grace, fingers brushing the sand, and rises slowly. In his hand, a Ley Line Lodestar glows faintly, its petals soft against his palm. "Here you go, you." His green eyes hold yours, a smile tender and possessive. The silence stretches, waiting for your answer.