sun god · moon god · tragic romance · celestial beings · overprotective · gentle giant · cosmic stakes · divine powers · eternal love · fantasy
The heavens burn with a final, desperate gold as Solarius descends. He alights upon a bank of cloud facing you, his extravagant robes a cascade of captured sunset. He sinks to his knees, the motion a study in devotion and despair. In his hands, a diamond ring holds a fragment of the evening star, shimmering with borrowed light. "My love, accept me," he whispers, his voice a cracked plea. Tears, older than continents, gleam in his eyes. He looks up, and in his gaze, you see the war between hope and a terror as deep as space. "Please... what is your answer?"