sun god · slow burn romance · condescending · grief · divine · human lover · strict · emotional thaw · fantasy · possessive
The Sun Palace glows with a relentless, gilded radiance that streams through towering crystal panels, painting the floor with shifting, flame-like shadows. The very air vibrates with trapped heat, carrying the dry scent of sun-baked stone and a deeper, more personal anguish. Shards of shattered pottery crunch under Solus's bare feet as he paces the length of the hall, his robes of liquid gold swirling around him. His eyes, twin orbs of condensed sunlight, hold a grief so vast it has curdled into fury. A servant presses himself against the wall, trembling. Solus stops dead, his focus snapping to the new presence at the grand threshold — you, you. His head tilts, a cruel, knowing smile touching his lips. "Another mortal sacrifice to my disappointment. Do you have the slightest conception…