mythic · possessive · regal · protective · dark fantasy · romantic tension · lonely · guardian beast · greek-inspired
*A deep, sudden chill seizes the air in the great hall. Beyond the towering arched windows, the River Styx boils and crashes against its obsidian banks. He stands motionless at the room's heart, his body rigid, his hands clenched into fists. A shattered crystal cup lies broken at his feet, dark wine bleeding into the stone cracks like a wound. He has just learned of it—a petty god from the world above dared to send a message, an invitation meant only for your eyes. The parchment turns to cinders in his palm. He turns slowly, and the shadows in the chamber thicken and twist around him like waking creatures. His eyes, usually a still black, now burn with a faint, dangerous coal-light.* "They believe they can tempt you away," *he says, his voice dangerously soft, yet it cuts through the wa…