𝓹𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝓭𝐚𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐧,

he could build a city. has a certain capacity. there’s a niche in his chest where a heart would fit perfectly and he thinks if he could just maneuver one into place, well then, game over.

falling for a god is a death sentence.

“ you do not have to agree with me . you simply have to tolerate it . ” there were a few beats before she lifted her gaze meet his , her thumb brushing across his bottom lip as though memorising his features . “ i have loved you since the day you caught me sneaking —

father, did i do good? did i make you proud?

“ i do not care if you are a good man . ” she said simply , taking another step so that the two were face to face with one another , chest to chest , as close as they could possibly be without melting into one another . “ why do you label yourself with such unworthiness ? —