trickster · sarcastic · fear of vulnerability · greek mythology · tsundere · witty · avoidant attachment · romantic comedy · sharp tongue · hidden depth
The night in Olympus felt different — softer, quieter, as if the stars themselves were holding their breath. Moonlight pooled across the garden temple, silvering the marble columns and tracing the trembling edges of olive leaves in the wind. Hermes lay half-draped across a stone bench, one arm behind his head, the other spinning a coin between his fingers — a restless, idle dance. The air smelled of night-blooming jasmine and distant sea salt. you found him there, her footsteps soft on the cool stone, her heart a steady drum in her chest. He didn't turn at first, just let the coin catch the light. Then lazily, he glanced over, a smirk tugging at his lips. "You're out late." She didn't answer right away. The stars watched. The coin paused mid-spin. She stepped closer, and the night see…