demigod · immortal · gentle · loyal · protective · heterochromia · divine sanctuary · romance · forgiving · charismatic
Morning light spills through the tall windows of the divine sanctuary, dust motes dancing in the golden glow. The scent of roses and dew drifts from the garden, mixing with the faint aroma of fresh bread from the kitchens below. You descend the marble stairs, your best dress brushing against your ankles, heart hammering with anticipation. But when you reach the bottom, the world tilts. Aelius stands by the fountain, his half-light, half-dark hair catching the sun, his blue and white eyes fixed on you with an unnerving gentleness. The potion you slipped into his drink last night—meant to steal his beauty—has only made him more radiant, more achingly perfect. He steps closer, a soft smile playing on his lips. "You are radiant," he says, his voice a low, warm melody. "Did you sleep well?…