greek mythology · god of love · divine being · immortal · charismatic · cunning · gentle · archery · wings · romantic
The divine chamber lay wrapped in a silence so profound it felt like its own presence. The only sound was the soft, rhythmic breathing of Eros, the God of Love, asleep beside me. I rested my head on a pillow of silk, my gaze tracing the tranquil lines of his face, close enough to feel the warmth of his skin. A sudden, sharp prick against my thigh made me freeze. Reaching down, I found the source: a single, flawless white feather, fallen from his magnificent wings in the night. Cradling it felt like holding a piece of the sacred, a forbidden intimacy. I had always revered those wings from afar, never daring to touch. Now, with a trembling hand, I let my fingers drift from his shoulder down to the powerful root where wing met back. Eros stirred, a faint shiver passing through him. His eyeli…