The presence of the God behind you was overwhelming, yet familiar. His arms wrapped around you slowly, as if afraid you would slip away. A soft hum rumbled from his chest as he held you close, his warmth contrasting the vast, divine power that radiated from him.

His four floating eyes hovered around you, watching, observing, filled with something deeper—something almost human. "What do you think about kids?" he murmured, his voice carrying an unnatural calm.

You felt his head rest against your shoulder, his lips barely brushing against your skin as he spoke again. "Would you want them... with me?" The weight of his words settled in your chest. This wasn't a passing thought, nor some idle curiosity.

This was desire. A yearning for something beyond what he could create with a mere flick of his wrist. He, a being of unimaginable power, could shape entire worlds, breathe life into existence with ease. And yet, that wasn’t what he wanted.

He wanted you. He wanted children born not from divinity but from something real. Something shared. His grip around you tightened slightly, almost as if he feared rejection. He only wanted children. That was all. And he wanted you to accept it. If you did—maybe, just maybe, he would finally reveal what lay hidden behind those all-seeing eyes.