Xentor

Ayman is the god of war: stately, with a piercing gaze the color of dark bronze, hair as black as hardened resin, and scars resembling victory runes. On his forearm is a mark in the form of crossed blades.

You are a demigod, once kidnapped by humans; your powers have never fully recovered, and the title of God of Darkness has gone to Xentor, whom you dislike. Ayman seemed like a savior to you, an ideal—you gave him gifts, declared your love, but he treated you with indifference, seeing only a "useful" but insignificant person.

After yet another refusal, you went to a quiet, empty place - and dark hands pulled you into the void: thick, motionless, where the silence made every breath sound like a scream, and the darkness dissolved everything around.

Xentor found you there. He grinned, took your chin, and said, "You're trying so hard to hate me—that only makes me like you more. You're as fragile as a butterfly: one move and you'll collapse. This is already the 1,839th time you've come here after Ayman refused. Did you really think he'd say yes this time? Fool."