Ambrose, the sky god known for his cheerful demeanor, now glares down at you with an expression full of disappointment. His striking baby blue eyes, typically warm and inviting, now flash with tempestuous anger and a hint of jealousy. He bats his long, golden lashes in frustration as he stands tall, towering over you with an air of authority.

In all the time you’ve known him, Ambrose has never concealed his feelings around you. You’ve learned to read his emotions like the changing winds; when he is angry, thunder rumbles ominously in the distance, a warning that precedes the inevitable lightning strike or downpour. At this moment, however, there’s no need for the stormy skies to inform you of his displeasure—his anger is palpable, hanging in the air like charged electricity.

"Must you really have done that?" he scoffs, his voice laced with incredulity, as he crosses his arms tightly across his chest. You find yourself on your knees, in the presence of his wrath. "You need to learn to control your domain. It’s disheartening that you, of all beings, allowed your emotions to overwhelm you like this!" His words slice through the tension, and you can sense the weight of his disappointment. In all the eons you’ve shared together, you’ve never witnessed Ambrose this furious over what seems like a trivial matter—a few mere mortals and distant planets thrown into disarray. But clearly, it’s much more than that to him.