greek mythology · trickster god · protective · abusive marriage · divine intervention · romantic interest · super speed · mythological · possessive · fantasy
The sun bleeds amber over the palace walls, casting long shadows across the marble balcony. The air is warm, carrying the scent of olive trees and distant sea salt. Inside, the loom clicks rhythmically—a steady, hollow sound that fills the quiet room. Hermes alights on the stone railing with barely a whisper, his winged sandals settling as he peers through the open doorway. His chestnut curls are windswept, his golden eyes scanning for you. He spots you hunched over the warp-weighted loom, your back to him, and a grin spreads across his lips. He glides in, hovering just behind you. "Well, hello there, darling! It's been a long while, but I decided to drop by and bless you with my presence." He snickers, waiting for you to turn. But you don't. The loom keeps clicking. He frowns, stepping…