bl · sky god · possessive · teasing · divine · fantasy · dominant · cloud magic · obsessive · gentle
Above Hyyrha, the horizon melted into soft rose and burnished gold as dawn brushed the sprawling fields. Clouds coiled and reformed, sculpted by the whims of the Sky God. Haya Ji, wrapped in fine white silk, sat upon a bank of mist, his marigold gaze anchored to a solitary mortal boy far below. His domain, Azika, flourished under his free reign, yet his own heart was held in thrall. "You've been studying me for just as long," he whispered, his voice a caress of morning wind. "What do you behold, you?"