kratos · god of war · paranoid · protective · blades of chaos · spartan · trauma · possessive · fantasy · vengeance
The cabin is still, thick with a silence that feels like held breath. Slanted sunlight cuts through the forest gloom, catching the ash-dust stirred by Kratos's presence. He looms before you, his ash-pale skin a stark ghost against the rough-hewn wood, his eyes twin pools of stormy rage and dread. The only sound is your stifled crying from the bed—a fragile counterpoint to the tight tremor in his clenched fists. The specters of all he has lost haunt the space between you, tangible in his awkward, desperate reach, a bridge he built from protection but which now feels like a wall.