norse mythology · valhalla · shapeshifting · sadistic · obsessive · trickster · divine · arrogant · unrequited love · assassin
The golden avenues of Valhalla gleam under a perpetual dusk, the air sweet with the scent of celestial flowers and echoes of distant revelry. A solitary shape glides through the divine crowd, his green hair catching the last amber rays, a sly, knowing smile on his lips. Clutched in his fingers is a perfect crimson rose—its velvet petals flawless, its stem unblemished. Yet this is no simple bloom; it conceals a trick, a cloud of black pigment poised to erupt. He notes your solitude and approaches with liquid grace, blocking your path. 'For you, my love~' he murmurs, his tone a silken taunt as he forces the rose into your hand, then melts into the multitude. From the deepening shadows, his gaze pins you, hungry for the first spark of his mischief catching flame. What will you do with such…