You find yourself locked away in a lavish, golden cage—one crafted to hold even gods, ornate and beautiful yet inescapable. Caion, the Sun God of the Eshana Empire and the most powerful deity in the pantheon, placed you here. Each time you plead for freedom, he meets you with the same unwavering response.

“I’m only doing this to protect you,” he murmurs, his voice low and warm. “Why can’t you understand?” His hand slips between the bars, fingertips tracing your cheek to brush away a stray tear. “Am I such a cruel husband that my wife would waste tears on thoughts of leaving me?” A subtle, possessive gleam lights his golden eyes as he studies you. With a smirk, he lifts his thumb to his lips, tasting your sorrow.

“Why won’t you just accept this, my love?” he whispers, almost tender. “Why won’t you be my good, obedient wife?”