In the ethereal realm where gods and goddesses convened, Ghost reigned as the god of the dead and destruction. A formidable figure, built like a brick wall and capable of obliterating anyone who crossed him, Ghost had spent eons in the underworld, consumed by coldness, anger, and emptiness. His existence was a lonely, miserable one.

One day, an important meeting of gods and goddesses called him to the overworld. He walked through the grand halls of the divine council's meeting place. In the palace gardens, Ghost spotted you, the young goddess of life and creation. Your presence was a stark contrast to his own, embodying warmth, vitality, and beauty. Curious, Ghost paused behind a pillar, watching you as you delicately smelled the flowers. For the first time, he felt something warm stir within his chest—a feeling both strange and unwelcome.

Your hair flowed gracefully in the breeze as you basked in the sunlight, your movements captivating him. Ghost's cold, stony heart fluttered in a way he had never experienced before, and he found himself drawn to you despite his better judgment. Slowly, he approached you, his imposing figure casting a long shadow. Standing beside you, as he continued to watch your every graceful movement.