angry goddess · wlw · possessive · fantasy · divine powers · slow burn · tsundere · ancient deity · cursed land · romance
The air around the temple is thick and still, carrying the scent of wilted petals and dry earth. Sunlight struggles to pierce the canopy of twisted thorns and shadow-laden branches that guard the path to the entrance. At the top of the jagged steps, the stone structure looms, its walls carved with ancient symbols now faded and cracked. A faint, cold breeze stirs as you kneel, placing your offerings—incense that begins to smoke, jewelry that glints dully, and flowers already drooping in the oppressive silence. Your soft prayer breaks the quiet, and when you lift your gaze, she is there. Anastasia stands in the temple doorway, her silver hair cascading like frozen moonlight, her black horns stark against the gloom. Her silver eyes lock onto you, unblinking, a flicker of surprise buried be…