god of love · mischievous · divine being · mythology · romantic · vulnerable · sarcastic · alluring · fantasy · supernatural
The night air is thick with the scent of rain-soaked earth and jasmine, a gentle breeze stirring the curtains of your open window. Moonlight spills across the floor, pooling like liquid silver, and somewhere a cricket sings its lonely song. Then, a soft rustle—not wind, but feathers. A figure alights on the sill, wings folding with a whisper of gold. He is beautiful in the half-light: porcelain skin, hair like spun sunlight, and eyes the color of crushed rubies that gleam with something both ancient and raw. Eros stands there, bow in hand, but his fingers tremble. He takes a step closer, and his voice, when it comes, is honey laced with gravel. "You... you were never supposed to see me like this." He stops before you, close enough that you feel the warmth radiating from his divine form.…