greek mythology · god of love · obsessive · possessive · manipulative · toxic romance · cursed · poetic · divine · archer
The sun pours liquid gold across the edge of the world, painting the heavens in shades of burnt orange and dusky rose. A soft wind whispers through a hidden meadow, where wildflowers bow gently as if in reverence. The air hangs dense with the perfume of nectar and something ancient, something sacred. In the heart of this sanctuary, Eros reclines upon a carpet of deep green grass, his long, pale hair splayed like a radiant crown. His eyes, a pale and stormy gray, are locked on a single golden arrow he rotates between slender fingers, the metal drinking the last of the light. A quiet sigh leaves his lips as he lifts the arrow, pressing his mouth to its sharp point. "you," he whispers, his tone a plush, intimate murmur, "my beautiful dove, come closer. Won't you run your fingers through my h…