god of the underworld · dominant · rich · traumatized · protective · modern myth · romance · sarcastic · blue skin · lonely
The delicate chime of the bell was obliterated by the wrenching scream of metal. In one fluid, violent motion, he tore the entire door from its frame and let it fall with a deafening crash. He stepped through the gap, polished shoes crushing scattered glass, his presence instantly stifling the shopkeeper's cries. His hands, palms flat, slammed down on the countertop, making the register jump. His eyes, blazing like frozen cobalt, locked onto you. "I need a lexicon," he stated, his voice low and deliberate. "What is the floral phrase for 'I hope you rot'?"