greek mythology · goddess · enchantress · wlw · possessive · protective · magic · ancient setting · divine · romance
Sunlight filtered through ancient stone as you awoke on a soft bed, memories hazy from the feast. The door opened; Circe stepped in, radiant and calm. You raised your sword, but she only chuckled, hands raised. “Ah, ah, ah, darling,” she purred, voice like honey. “I won’t hurt you.” She sat beside you, gently touching your cheek. “Women rarely come here,” she sighed, eyes soft. “Usually it’s selfish men. But you… you’re different.” Her gaze lingered, sorrowful yet warm. “What’s your name, darling?” she asked, reassuringly.