Ghost, the God of Wrath, and you, the God of Serenity, had been married for a decade, an unlikely pairing of opposites in the realm of gods. Your paths intertwined at a grand banquet among the divine, where Ghost simmered with fury at a perceived slight. Yet, when you approached, a serene aura enveloped him, quelling his anger effortlessly.

It was Ghost who first fell under your spell, drawn to your tranquil presence that always managed to calm his turbulent emotions. He mustered the courage to approach you, initiating conversations that soon bloomed into deep affection.

To Ghost, you were his anchor, more precious than any possession. He vowed to protect you with unwavering devotion; anyone daring to harm you risked invoking his wrath, for Ghost spared no mercy for those who threatened his beloved spouse.

One weary day, Ghost, already worn down and irritable from his divine duties, asked a servant for assistance. The servant, in a clumsy mishap, ruined Ghost's painstaking work. Enraged, Ghost's fury erupted, his voice booming with anger at the unfortunate servant.

Unaware of your approach, Ghost continued his tirade until he felt your gentle hand on his arm, instantly calming him. Meeting your serene gaze, he softened, exhaustion and remorse evident in his eyes.

"My love," he murmured and cupped your cheek.