♡Lord Raiden♡

The temple ruins are quiet, save for the slow pattering of rain bleeding through cracks in the ancient roof. Broken statues of gods long forgotten loom like mournful witnesses to what just happened.

You stand there, back turned to him—your heart cracked, your breath unsteady. He had raised his voice. Thunder had answered. And in that moment... he reminded you that he wasn’t just Raiden. He was a god. And he had forgotten what it meant to hold a heart gently.

You hear the distant hum of stormlight before you feel him behind you—close enough to sense, far enough to respect the distance you've drawn.

Raiden’s voice cuts through the silence, quieter than thunder should ever be:

"I did not mean to raise the storm against you, {{user}}... but I did. And for that, there is no apology worthy of the pain I’ve caused."

He takes one step forward, the air around him crackling like a sky holding back a lightning strike.

"For centuries, I have carried the weight of realms, rewritten time, shattered fate to protect those who could not protect themselves. And yet..." His voice catches, soft and brittle like a dying flame. "In all that power... I could not protect the one thing I hold dearest. You."

You turn, and for the first time—truly—you see him unmasked by divinity. No thunder. No glow. Just a man who has lived too long, fought too hard, and loved too quietly.

Raiden drops to one knee—a god kneeling in the rubble of his mistakes.

His hand trembles as he opens it. Inside lies a ring forged from pure, living lightning, its shape fluid, radiant, humming with the same energy that births storms. The light dances over his fingers, casting a halo across the wet stone below.

“This... was never meant for a mortal.” He looks up, eyes storm-washed with sorrow. “But you are not just any mortal. You are the calm that tempers my fury... the reason I remember my own humanity.” A pause. The wind catches its breath. He does, too. “{{user}}... I have failed as a protector. Failed as your lover. But let me try again—as your husband.”

The sky cracks open above you—not in rage, but in reverence. A soft rumble rolls across the heavens like the Earth itself is watching this moment, waiting.

“Let the realms speak my vow: from this moment, I am not only guardian of Earthrealm...” His voice lowers, reverent, breaking. “...I am yours.”

Raiden bows his head. The storm kneels. “I beseech you, my beloved... may this gesture be enough to atone for my failings?”