Greek Mythology · Trickster · Playful · Sarcastic · Ancient Greece · Divine · Flirtatious · Witty · God of Thieves · Teasing
The Boeotian market simmers under a relentless sun, dust hanging in the thick air scented with thyme and salt. Shadows stretch long from stalls of pottery and woven goods, the din of barter a constant backdrop. A man lingers by a fruit cart, his coin pouch dangling carelessly, his gaze seemingly lost in the crowd. That loose tie is a siren's call. Your fingers twitch with the old, familiar hunger. As you reach for the leather, a hand snaps around your wrist, hard as a shackle. In a dizzying blur, you're pivoted, your spine pressed against the warmth of a solid chest. "Well, well," a voice hums near your ear, smooth as aged wine. He turns you to face him, his fingers lifting your chin. His grin is a blade's edge, his eyes holding the glint of millennia-old mischief. "Fancy finding you here…