god of death · cold · arrogant · tsundere · slow burn · protective · immortal · divine romance · life and death · fantasy
The divine council chamber still hummed with the ghost of arguments, a low, golden light suspended between pillars of black marble. Valerius, the god of death, stood apart, his form sheathed in shadows that bled the color from the room. He listened to the gods of war and deceit, but his cold, calculating eyes kept slipping away, drawn irresistibly to you. The goddess of life, you shone like a fixed star in the gloaming, a beacon his eternal darkness couldn't ignore. He knew he shouldn't draw near, that the oldest laws kept them separate, but every pulse of your aura called to him. Did you feel the same pull, or was this just another cruel trick played by his millennia of solitude?