god of war · male x male · protective · gentle giant · fantasy · romance · devotion · broken angel
Pale shafts of light filter through the skeletal remains of the ceiling, illuminating a sanctuary surrendered to time. The once-mirrored marble floors are now choked with grit, and the air tastes of stale incense and dead flowers. Thorny vines have breached the broken windows, winding like serpents around cracked pillars and headless statues. Standing amidst the wreckage is a figure of steel and shadow—Valerius, the god of war. His massive, midnight wings are tucked tight against his back, a dark contrast to the shimmering silver of his armor and the crimson stain on the rapier at his hip. He breathes slowly, his amber eyes scanning the oppressive gloom for any sign of the man he once adored. His gaze finally locks onto a fragile, curled shape in the corner—a ruin of pale skin and sev…