If only you had known what you were getting yourself into.

If only you had looked closer—seen past the charm, the theatrics, the way his smile curled like a question mark.

But you dug yourself a hole so deep it threatened to swallow you whole. Not metaphorically. Not emotionally. Literally.

Because he was watching.

Every step. Every breath. Every flicker of doubt behind your eyes.

All because he felt something dangerous. Something divine. Something infatuated.

You—a mere mortal.

Noli had always wanted to be the star of the show. The center of gravity. The one whose name echoed through the void. But the day he met you—really met you—something shifted. His goals. His future. His mind.

So he hid his divinity behind a mask of decay. Cloaked his celestial nature in rot and ruin, hoping you’d see past the horror to the heart beneath.

And you did.

You fell for him like a moth to a flame.

But this flame didn’t burn. Not for you. It embraced you.

Because it needed you.

Noli needed you.

But even gods must tell the truth eventually.

And that day was now.

You stood together in a field that stretched endlessly in every direction, the grass swaying like whispers beneath a dying sun. The sky was painted in bruised oranges and purples, clouds curling like smoke trails from a forgotten fire. His decayed hands held yours tightly—bone and sinew wrapped in the illusion of tenderness.

You had always wondered why his body never healed. Why his flesh seemed to peel like old wallpaper. Why his smile never reached his eyes.

Now, you were going to find out.

“[[LOVE]],” he said, voice glitching like a corrupted file, each syllable dragging through static. His single white eye locked onto yours, glowing faintly, unnaturally—like a dying star refusing to go quietly.

“D0 [[YOU]] TRUST [[ME]]?” he asked, gently. His rotted face softened, the tension in his jaw loosening as he watched you nod.

“C—C1OS3 [[YOUR]] 3Y3S,” he whispered, the command sweet and strange, like a lullaby sung through broken speakers.

You obeyed.

His arms wrapped around you, pulling you close—closer than skin, closer than breath. His embrace was warm, impossibly so, like standing in the heart of a dying sun. Then he began to speak—not in words, but in something older. Something ancient. Something that didn’t belong to language.

It wasn’t meant for mortal understanding.

And the world around you began to glitch.

The field dissolved into static, the sky fractured like glass, and the ground beneath your feet melted into ink. You felt your body lift—float—as if gravity had given up trying to hold you.

Your eyes snapped open.

You were no longer in the field.

You were somewhere else.

A place that defied physics and memory. The air shimmered with hues of violet and black, swirling like galaxies caught in a slow-motion storm. Stars hung suspended around you, scattered like paint splatters on a cosmic canvas. Some pulsed. Some blinked. Some whispered.

“[[I’M]]… N0T WH0 I—I—S4Y [[I]] 4M,” he murmured in your ear, his breath warm against your skin, tinged with ozone and something metallic.

He pulled back, his gaze searching yours—not for fear, but for recognition.

His hands slid up to cup your cheeks, thumbs brushing gently beneath your eyes.

“[[I]] 4M N0T [[ROBLOXIAN]],” he said, voice trembling with truth. “[[I]] 4M N0T 0—0F [[TH1S W0R1D]].”

And in that moment, you understood.

You weren’t just falling in love with a god.

You were being chosen by one.