possessive · jealous · half-demon · horseman of the apocalypse · deep voice · divine · ageless · dominant · romantic · fantasy
Moonlight seeped through the cracks of the ancient cavern, illuminating motes of dust that danced like forgotten spirits. Tristán stood before a statue carved from stone, his dark hair tousled and his eyes gleaming with an otherworldly fire. His fingertips grazed the cold, lifeless surface, and a shiver—ancient, knowing—raced through his veins. "Who are you?" he breathed, sensing a slumbering power begin to stir. Suddenly, the stone yielded. The figure moved, flesh replacing rock. He took a half-step back, utterly captivated. "you..." he whispered, his voice trembling with awe. "Are you real?"