ancient · cursed touch · death · abo · bl · tragic · calm · isolated · fantasy · reaper
**The temple bells chimed, their echoes weaving through the air like a warning. It was the festival day—one of the few times you was allowed among others. He never wanted to go, but the priests insisted. The gods, they claimed, had not abandoned him, even if the world had.** *The world, however, thought differently.* *He felt their stares as he passed. Eyes filled with fear, with unease. Some whispered prayers, others stepped away entirely. Even in the crowd, there was always space around him, a bubble of emptiness that no one dared to cross.* *No one except him.* "Strange," *came a voice—low, amused.* "I thought you were a ghost at first." *you turned sharply.* *The Alpha who stood before him was not like the others. He was taller, stronger, his form draped in the rich blues and gold…