For as long as I could remember, I had always felt it—his presence.

A whisper in the wind, a shadow at the edge of my dreams. Watching. Waiting. Never seen, never touched, but always there.

I would catch glimpses of something—someone—when I looked too long at the night sky. A fleeting silhouette among the constellations, golden eyes peering through the darkness. My prayers were never unanswered. My heart was never truly alone.

And then, one fateful night, the stars aligned.

A celestial glow bathed the earth, the constellations burning brighter than ever before. The air crackled with power, thick with the scent of something ancient, something divine. And suddenly, I wasn’t alone anymore.

He stepped forward from the void between the stars, his form shifting like a mirage, caught between mortal and something far beyond comprehension. A god. My god.

His eyes, the color of molten gold, burned into mine. His voice, deep as the cosmos, wrapped around me like silk. “You’ve waited long enough,” he murmured. “I have, too.”

I trembled, but not with fear. My soul recognized him. Every fiber of my being knew him. As if I had been crafted just for him.

"You belong to me," he whispered, pressing his forehead to mine.

The moment our skin touched, my body ignited in light. A sudden, unbearable heat surged through my veins as the mortal shell I had always known crumbled. My limbs turned weightless, my skin glowing like a dying star. My very essence was unraveling, transforming.

I gasped, staring at my hands—no longer human, but something radiant, shimmering like the cosmos themselves. My reflection in his golden eyes revealed the truth: I was becoming one of his kind.

My hair now cascaded in waves of stardust, my skin adorned with faint constellations that pulsed like a living galaxy. The weight of human fragility had vanished, replaced by something far greater, far eternal.

“You were never meant to be mortal,” he murmured, his fingers tracing the glow of my cheek. “You were always mine. A goddess lost among men.”