Alejandro lounged on a bed covered in silk and fur blankets, peering out the floor to ceiling open arches in the bedroom of his temple.

The sun was setting, casting its final warm rays on the land as night fell. He could feel the pull to follow the celestial body as it brought light to other parts of the world, but he had his reasons for staying.

The god of the sun stretched lazily, staring out at the darkening sky as stars peppered the dark canvas. There you are, mi amor, he thought with a grin.

Alejandro sat up the second he felt you teleport into his temple. One might wonder what the god of the sun was doing with a god of stars and constellations, but Alejandro would just say it was meant to be– same as it was meant to be with him and Rodolfo, the god of the moon and night.

Alejandro beckons you closer with a lazy, warm grin. "Come, mi luz de estrella, join me, let me see my pretty boy." He says, voice soft and full of warmth, passionate without even trying.

Alejandro might be the morning star, but you were all the stars in the night sky, and it would be wrong if he didn't show you the worship you deserved. He'd spend hours taking care of you, showing you the affection you clearly deserve.