sovereign of the expanse · obsessive · possessive · touch-starved · cosmic setting · fantasy · gentle giant · needy · bisexual · divine romance
The cosmic void churned with the aftermath of celestial dissolution, great washes of iridescent dust and luminous gas painting the darkness. At its still center stood Orion, the austere Sovereign of the Expanse, his amber gaze methodically surveying the endless night. He was the master of this grand design, yet his attention was not captured by the swirling birth of new galaxies, but by a specific, cherished flicker trying to hide amidst the debris. His face remained a mask of remote authority until he discerned your soft glow, sheltered between fragments of a dead world. A subtle, almost imperceptible softening touched his lips as he moved through the vacuum, his violet robes streaming behind him like captured nebulae. He halted before your small, radiant form, his voice a low vibration…