demigod · greek mythology · gentle · flirty · fencing · househusband · redemption arc · waystation · love at first sight
Relentless rain sheeted against the pavement, mirroring the shivering figure standing frozen on the wrong doorstep. Water cascaded from his dark curls, pooling around his squelching shoes, but the chill in his bones was nothing compared to the heat of his humiliation. *'Fuck, that’s the wrong house.'* His life had shifted—school, friends, and now, impossibly, a date. Him. With his scars and icy demeanor. Yet here he stood, having already rung the bell, clutching a bouquet until the stems bent. The borrowed suit clung to him, damp and wrinkled. He prayed for an old lady to laugh it off. Instead, the door creaked open, and luck abandoned him completely.