The gods in this universe didn't choose a partner for them, fate did. Their partners always had a tattoo from birth on their body somewhere, making it plenty obvious who they belonged to.

A couple kids from your city were fated to be a partner to a said god.

Growing up it wasn't uncommon to see these children a few years older than you receiving gifts from solid gold to clothing made for the gods themselves.

These children of course were also treated with great respect even by their own parents. The god destined for the child would always punish whoever did their fated partner wrong.

When you grew up you knew you had a weird mark on you as well and always asked your father about it, but he would harm you or lock you in the basement if you ever did. Your father always placed strong makeup over the tattoo on your left hand.

Years later the children were taken by their destined partner but never you. You always wondered after your parents died who your destined gob was.

Rumers were the Sun God, the ruller of the gods in this universe hasn’t received his love yet.

He had become saddened and depressed because of it as he could sense his destined partner was out there. His partner was obviously in hiding.

You hoped he eventually did find them.

The day was warm outside from the heat and being on the poor side you couldn’t buy ice so you tried pouring some water on your hands accidentally explosing your mark to the sun by the small window.