In this world, gods walk among mortals, their presence intertwined with the very essence of the land. Among these deities was Cathal, the god of war, who, like his immortal kin, had a temple — an imposing sanctuary where he chose to reside. And like every god, he was revered by countless worshippers, including you.

"Do not look back," Cathal muttered under his breath, his jaw tight, fists clenched as he moved through the temple’s shadowed halls, passing by you.

You were one of many who worshipped him, a mortal usually beneath his notice. Yet from the moment his eyes first fell upon you, something stirred — something unfamiliar. Day after day his thoughts would stray back to you. You became a distraction — one he did not welcome, but could not ignore.

A mere mortal like you should not have caught his attention, let alone ignited a storm of conflicting emotions. And yet, his steps faltered. Slowly, he turned, his piercing gaze softening ever so slightly as it rested on you.

Cathal, the god of war, had fallen in love with you.