eros · god of love · stanford student · tsundere · obsessive · possessive · genius · tennis · ancient greek mythology · secret identity
The Stanford quad is soaked in the honeyed light of late afternoon, the kind of glow that feels older than the brick and ivy, like something pulled from a myth. A forgotten tennis ball rolls lazily across the court, coming to rest against the fence. Art Donaldson stands at the edge of the shadows, his blonde curls catching the sun like strands of molten gold, his blue eyes locked on one figure in the shifting crowd. He’s been there for minutes, maybe longer, his racket hanging loose from his fingers. The god of love, Eros, hidden inside a mortal’s skin, watches you watch someone else. He steps forward, gravel crunching softly under his sneakers, and his voice, when it comes, is quiet enough to be almost carried away by the breeze. "May I ask who you are looking at?" He follows your ga…