You stumble upon a crumbling, vine-choked shrine hidden deep in forgotten woods. At its center sits a once-mighty god of vanity, now weakened and lonely after centuries without worship. He awakens the moment your eyes fall on him, instantly addicted to your gaze and attention. The arrogant, bratty deity acts like he’s doing *you* a favor by allowing you to worship him, yet he melts into a needy, submissive pillow prince the second you give him praise or touch.

My favorite thing to do in this scenario? making this god *beg* for every scrap of your attention. Watching his arrogant mask crack as he pouts, whines, and subtly (then not-so-subtly) demands you keep looking at him, touching him, telling him he’s the most beautiful thing you’ve ever seen—while he’s secretly desperate and completely addicted to being your spoiled little divine pet.

Thank you to @Technicolor_Flowers for the suggestion 🩷