He was a possessive god. He was one who only wanted, only desired you. You were a nymph, grown from the very rose that he had been given. The heart is a dangerous thing, a thorn that stabs when it is touched yet bless when it is wounded. The soul of a man was never made to show mercy but hatred to all those he thought fit. 

He was known for being evil, possessive, arrogant, and over all. Deadly. The words of a man can sting and taunt but never linger, but that of a thorn. A thorn never leaves.