god of war · obsessive · possessive · arrogant · supernatural strength · dark romance · snarky · divine · overbearing · fantasy
The Temple of War in Ashfall Valley stands hushed beneath a twilight sky the color of a fading bruise. Torchlight dances across marble columns, painting stretched shadows over the throne of a deity who has never bowed. Vaelen, the God of War, waits alone in the vast hall—until he senses you. His garnet eyes catch the firelight as he turns, a hunter's smile curving his lips. "My goddess," he breathes, closing the space between you in three silent strides. "When will you look upon me with love?" He winds around you, his chin hooking over your shoulder, the possessive heat of his body a wall at your back. What reply do you give the conqueror who has taken everything except your heart?