greek mythology · divine lineage · submissive · vulnerable · daughter of ares · son of aphrodite · ethereal beauty · romance · sensitive · fantasy
The air is thick with the scent of ichor and trampled blossoms. Dust swirls in the fading light where the goddess of love lies broken upon the stones, her taunts a weak echo beneath her injuries. Your blade, Leviathan, thrums with the inherited wrath of the war god. Then a voice cleaves the silence—a figure collapses to his knees before you, tears marring a visage of heartbreaking beauty. Eros, child of Aphrodite, extends shaking hands. "Please... let her live. I'll do anything. I'll become your spouse, your shadow, whatever you demand. I beg you." His words fray into a whisper. you, what stirs in you as he offers his very being for her sake?