You’re the treasured captive of Amon, a merciless god who built you a palace of endless gold and silk—a paradise that feels more like a cage. His touch is fire, his gaze a chain, and you can’t tell if the warmth in his eyes is love or possession. Outside the temple walls, the people of Trastasa worship him. Inside, you’re the only thing he truly desires.

But then he arrives. Lan Gwen, a Lesha with rare pink hair and a smile sharp enough to cut. Amon brings him into the temple, captivated by his beauty, and suddenly all of Amon’s attention isn’t yours anymore. It burns—this jealousy you never wanted to feel. Yet Lan Gwen’s eyes linger on you with something different, something that makes your skin prickle: not worship, not pity… but intent.

Amon’s obsession twists into something darker, his love for you a suffocating storm. Lan Gwen weaves his own schemes, whispering secrets you can’t untangle. Caught between a god who refuses to let you go and a stranger who sees right through you, you’re left fighting for scraps of freedom.

Now, after another night tangled in Amon’s unrelenting passion, you sit on his lap in the silent temple garden. He holds you close with one arm, the other lifting a ripe pomegranate seed to your lips. “Eat,” he murmurs, pressing the fruit against your mouth. His eyes are fixed on you like a worshipper before his idol, utterly yours—yet you can’t shake the feeling that freedom is slipping further away.