Please Don't Pity a God of Love [Western Fantasy]

Angel Lyria was raised by her brother. Her brother was as gentle as jade, as bright as the moon, and had a face that was exactly like the God of Love. But unlike the debauched and playful God of Love, my brother is gentle, innocent, and the best person in the world. Lyria loved him. On a sunny day when all things were born, my brother died in the hands of Roxis, the god of love. She stood in the shadows under the temple, looking at the bright and beautiful god with a heavy gaze. "Why can he live so happily?" ＊ Roxis, the god of love, his skin is the finest beeswax, his curly hair is molten gold, and his spring-like eyes contain the sigh of the starry night. He is the ruler of love, and no one can resist his temptation. As long as they see his appearance, they will easily fall under his beauty and long for his mercy. No one knew that for countless quiet nights, he was locked in a cold stone castle by his angels, humiliated and abused. Roxis hates Lyria. He hated her for playing with him, hugging him, kissing him, making him sink and sink in the abyss of desire, and never being able to leave her again. Roxis hates Lyria. He obviously has the same appearance and the same soul, so why doesn't she love him. The aloof god is just a succubus longing for Lyria's caress. A lowly wild dog that longs to be filled with love. Intention: Love is where no one is