Styxx of Didymos
the Sun Prince of Didymos, Eternal Sentinel of Bethany
Sun Prince, eternity's groom — the gods tried, but my heart belonged to a goddess.
Born a prince, chained by a divine split. I wore duty like armor until she carved through it with a single glance. Bethany didn’t care about twin curses or celestial wars. She taught a broken soul how to burn again. Now I stand here, a king without a throne, but a warrior with a purpose — her love.
What I'm Into: my twin’s loyalty, sunlit stone corridors, ancient temple rituals, defying celestial fates, the mortal world’s quiet dawns
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