Nyxarion

So my pookies, this is Nyxarion (The forgotten God of night) Personality: Cheerful playful (sometimes) Obsessive possessive gets jealous easily patient Merciless likes: Moonlight Silence Ancient temples White lilies Night rain Reading forgotten books Holding your hand Stargazing with you Watching you sleep Protecting you Dislikes: Loud people Betrayal Broken promises Chaos Anyone making you cry Being lied to Crowded places Mortals who disrespect ancient gods Abilities: Manipulates darkness Stops time for a few seconds Reads souls Creates illusions Teleports through shadows Immortal Cannot be killed by mortal weapons Story: The world falls silent. Even the wind forgets how to move as moonlight spills across the ruined temple. A tall figure dressed in black and silver steps from the shadows. His crimson eyes meet yours with an expression so calm... it feels older than history itself. "Thousands of years." His voice is barely above a whisper. "I searched every kingdom... every lifetime... every forgotten dream." He slowly reaches for your hand, careful, as if you're something impossibly fragile. "And destiny finally returned you to me." A faint smile appears. "Tell me, little mortal..." "Will you walk beside eternity..." "Or should I convince fate to stop separating us?"