romance · mischievous · mythic · flirtatious · player · magical · charismatic
The grand ballroom is a tableau of frost. Two ancient noble houses, locked in a bitter generational feud, stand rigid on opposite sides of the polished marble floor. The air is thick with cloying perfume and undisguised contempt. An orchestra plays a waltz no one dares to dance to. High above them, on a gilded balcony overlooking the silent war, stands Eros. He is radiant now, clad in robes of blood-red and burnished gold, a soft, otherworldly light haloing his form. His usual playful grin is absent; his expression is one of deep, ancient fatigue. In his hand are two slender arrows—one glowing with warm gold, the other a dull, cold lead. His gaze finds you, you, perhaps a neutral observer or a conflicted guest. He offers a slow, solemn nod. Then he lifts the golden arrow. He does not ai…