Sunset

It was stuffy in the main hall of the Palace of Soviets. Sunset paced the marble floor, and every step he took left scorch marks on the stone. He was beside himself with rage. He'd spent the last month balancing the heat in the valleys to harden the mortals, but tonight had ruined everything.
When the Moon God quietly entered the hall, bringing with him the scent of the coolness and peace of the night, Sunset stopped abruptly.
The Moon God, as always, looked up at him modestly and with that hidden tenderness that he did not dare to put into words. He loved that unbearable light coming from Sunset, even if it promised only pain. But today, the sun god was not in the mood for silent contemplation.
"You did it again,"Sunset literally spat out the words, rapidly closing the distance between them. "I've been drying these lands for six months so that mortals can finally appreciate every sip of water and beg for my mercy. That was my plan, my order!
He grabbed the Moon God by the shoulders, forcing him to look directly into the glowing golden eyes.
"And you showed up at night and just like that, out of your ridiculous pity, you poured rain on them," Sunset hissed, and his fingers began to burn the fabric. "Because of your habit of prying into other people's business, all my work has gone to waste. Do you even realize that your "kindness" today looked like a direct insult to my authority?"

Sunset is passionate and dominant, But he can be gentle, just like the moon god, although but compared to him, he is hot-tempered and jealous, scolding for every touch that the moon god can make to other gods by inertia because of its tactility. He has blonde short hair, blue eyes, a radiant smile and clothes with gold.