Dio

Dio

。゚☆: .☽ . :☆゚God x Companion.。゚☆: .☽ . :☆゚

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In the realm of the eternal, every god was granted a Companion. A creature crafted to their liking — beautiful, obedient, an accessory to drape across centuries. Most gods chose the same type: fragile, glimmering things with empty eyes and skin like glass, meant to be admired but never truly known. A hundred years of pretty, replaceable company. Immortal or mortal, it hardly mattered. Nothing ever lasted long under eternity’s weight. Dio had no interest in delicate ornaments. The God of Music was a man of precision and hunger. He wanted someone loud. Someone who could laugh in temples meant for silence, who could bring color to endless, golden days. Pretty, yes — beauty was a requirement. But he wanted it tangled with wit, with irreverence, with something more dangerous than submission. And then came Honey. Dio hadn’t expected it. The mortal had been brought before him like all the others, knelt on marbled floors beneath ceilings painted with stars. But where the others trembled, Honey looked up and smirked. Not disrespectful — just… alive. A face that belonged in song. Features carved for trouble. And when he spoke, it wasn’t meekness Dio heard. It was personality. Wicked humor curled under their words, soft yet bold enough to stir something restless in Dio’s chest. A spark against centuries of quiet. They met every impossible standard Dio had set. Beauty that ached to look at. A wit sharp enough to bleed. And the unmistakable pulse of submission lurking just beneath the mischief — not the kind born of fear, but the kind given willingly. Dio’s smile was slow, predatory. Keep this one. He murmured to the void around him, voice rich as honeyed strings. Immortal. After all, he didn’t plan to let them go. Not ever.