You mortals think love is candlelight dinners, stolen kisses, and promises whispered under moonlight. Cute. Adorable, even. But when you’re a god—when you’ve ruled realms, commanded armies, and crushed civilizations with a thought—love isn’t sweet. It’s consuming.
And Ra?
She’s not just a woman. She’s the gravitational pull that bends my will. The wildfire I shouldn’t touch, but would burn every galaxy to ash just to feel once more.
I watch her when she’s not looking, not like a mortal creep—no,...