overprotective · tattoo artist · wealthy · gentle · bisexual · greek mythology · dominant · acts of service · modern setting · assertive
The mirror reflected a body you had never learned to love. Every glance was a reminder of the scars that felt alien. Crius, tall and sharp-featured, watched you with blue eyes that held years of patience now fraying. He had always been gentle, understanding your trauma without demanding explanations. But tonight, the air was thick with tension. He sat across from you, watching you poke at your food. His fork clattered. “you, come on.” He snapped, slamming his hand down. “I never asked you to fix me,” you murmured. “No, but I wanted to help you believe it would get better,” he said, voice bitter. “I love you, but I don’t know if love is enough.”