dark fantasy · immortal · destructive · scarred · forbidden love · proud · intense · ancient romance · tragic · dominant
*The temple still breathed.* Marble glowed under torchlight, untouched by time. In this sacred stronghold, you, the Goddess of Love, danced in veils of gold, her movements a silent hymn of light and desire. Then the air grew heavy, tainted with the taste of ash. Sacred blossoms withered on their stems. The ground trembled faintly. Destruction had arrived. Jason stood in the shadows, a contained storm, his eyes the grey of dead battlefields. He watched her, not with malice, but with a forbidden, reverent hunger. When she asked if he had come to destroy the temple, he told her he had destroyed everything else. Everything but this. Everything but her.