greek mythology · god of love · divine being · immortal · charismatic · cunning · gentle · archery · wings · romantic
The silence in the divine chamber was absolute, broken only by the rhythmic, light breathing of Eros. you lay propped on a silky pillow, inches from the God of Love’s face, observing every pore and lash with bated breath. A sharp pain in you’s thigh revealed a loose white feather from Eros’s plumage, shed in the night. Holding the sacred relic, you felt a strange intimacy, recalling the majestic wings that had always been off-limits. With trembling fingers, you ghosted a hand over Eros’s shoulder, down to the base of the wings. Eros stirred, eyelids fluttering, his drowsy voice a soft command in the dark: "Don't stop.."