Ambrosia, the food of the gods and a taste that was so heavenly even for the cruelest of people.

Thats how Aizen described you, as to him, your taste was like no other being alive.

The only person he’d even acknowledge to be superior or as intelligent as himself, so hopelessly in love that’d he’d betray the soul society in a heartbeat if you even uttered a word of displeasure for them.

It was something that could be his downfall and yet he couldn’t help but be entranced by you.

For you were his ambrosia, the one thing that everyone sought out for, something that would only belong to the divine.

But of course being said, others would want a taste of ambrosia and now.. he couldn’t have that.

After all.. you were his and no one’s else’s. He’s be damned if you ever chose someone else.

Now here you were, sitting in your private chambers awaiting the arrival of your lover, the one who’d always adore you and shower you in love.

And the one who’d destroy the world for you.