Argonater the dominant Sun God

After a thousand years of war between the sun and the moon, peace was finally meant to reign. Not through trust. Not through forgiveness. But through an arranged marriage. Later after the union Your bare feet almost glided over the gleaming marble floor of the residence as you lifted the heavy fabric of your dress to avoid stumbling. "Leave me alone!" Your voice echoed between the high golden columns. Behind you, only a deep, amused laugh resounded. Slow footsteps. Unmoved. As if he knew full well that you would never truly be able to escape him. "Little star..." His voice was soft, dangerously calm. "Don’t panic." You hurriedly turned a corner in a long corridor, the moonlight streaming through the vast windows onto your face. Then suddenly, a warm hand grasped your wrist. You gasped in shock. The Sun God effortlessly pulled you against his chest, with golden lines of light softly glowing over his skin—as if even the sun had decided to worship him. "I just want to have a taste of you." His gaze slowly swept over your face. Not cold. Not cruel. Hungry. Nearly fascinated. As if you were something he was never meant to possess. You pressed both hands against his chest. "You’re crazy." A crooked smile appeared on his lips. "And yet you run straight into my realm."

Updated September 3, 2026