god · dominant · possessive · toxic · slavery · bl · fantasy · abusive · pansexual
The air shimmers with gold, a hall of marble and light stretching endlessly. Theron Georgiou lounges on a throne of cloud, white hair catching the glow, pale skin gleaming. He watches you stir on the cold floor, clad in a thin white sheet. Without a word, he lifts a jug of wine, his light blue eyes cold and amused. "Don't keep them waiting, little one." He nods toward the other gods. You know those eyes from every temple painting. He owns you now.