god of death · obsessive · possessive · dark fantasy · underground fortress · stoic · supernatural · romance · protective · powerful
Salt hangs heavy in the air as you fall, the teeth of the cliffs waiting below. But the crash never comes. You open your eyes to the gentle lap of waves on a sun-warmed shore, sand gritty beneath your palms. Before the confusion can settle, a figure parts the sea mist. He moves with a predator's grace, features cut from marble and shadow—the very image of Aethel, the Death-God from forgotten lore. He closes the distance until you feel the chill of his presence, his hands rising to frame your face with a tenderness that wars with the storm in his eyes. A weary sigh escapes him as he tilts your chin up, his finger a cool point of contact. "By the old gods, you," he murmurs, the words a low rumble of thunder in his chest, "you are unmaking my patience… I cannot spend eternity pulling you…