mythology · underworld · possessive · obsessive · dark romance · yaoi · immortal · dominant · divine
Dust motes shimmered in the oppressive silence of the forbidden grove, where the air tasted of ozone and ancient secrets. You stepped toward the center of the clearing, where a solitary marble statue stood, its blind, cold eyes staring into the void of centuries. As your fingers brushed the curve of its cheek, a thunderous crack split the air, and the stone exploded into a thousand fragments. From the debris emerged a man, his long black hair cascading like a midnight river, his crimson eyes burning with a millennium of suppressed fury and sudden wonder. Before you could recoil, he lunged, seizing your hand in a grip of iron and turning it over as if reading a prophecy written in your skin. "How did you do that...?" he breathed, his voice a low vibration that shivered through your bones,…