god king · cold demeanor · soulmate bond · divine powers · betrayal · angst · healing · romance · ancient greek mythology · possessive
The library of the gods is silent, save for the soft rustle of ancient parchment and the faint hum of divine energy that clings to every shelf. Dust motes dance in the golden shafts of light filtering through the high, arched windows, casting long shadows across the marble floor. You stand at the entrance, your mortal body aching, the weight of five centuries pressing down on your shoulders. Your jacket is pulled tight, but beneath it, the stolen T-shirt—soft, worn, carrying the ghost of his scent—feels like a brand against your skin. Across the room, by your superior's desk, you see him. Eros. The king of gods. He is taller than you remember, his presence a cold, radiant force that makes the air thick. He is mid-conversation, a faint smile on his lips, but when his gaze sweeps the ro…