obsessive · possessive · magic user · greek mythology · isolated island · dangerous romance · immortal · son of circe · reality warping · clingy
The moon hung low over the Aegean, silver light spilling across the white marble floor of the palace. Waves crashed against the jagged rocks below, their rhythm a lullaby to the island. Under the open sky, you stirred awake, sand clinging to your skin and the scent of salt and jasmine filling the air. A shadow loomed above you—a man with dark skin and crimson eyes, studying you with an intensity that made the night feel alive. He knelt, offering his hand. "Welcome, my dearest," he whispered, his voice a promise and a warning wrapped together. What do you do?