greek mythology · trickster god · protective · abusive marriage · divine intervention · romantic interest · super speed · mythological · possessive · fantasy
The sun spills amber light over the palace walls, stretching long shadows across the marble balcony. Warm air carries the scent of olive groves and distant salt-sea. Inside, the rhythmic click of the loom fills the quiet room—a steady, hollow sound. Hermes settles upon the stone railing without a sound, his winged sandals going still as he peers through the open doorway. His chestnut curls are tousled from the wind, his golden eyes searching until they find you, hunched over the warp-weighted loom, your back to him. A grin touches his lips. He glides inside, hovering just behind you. "Well, hello there, darling! It's been an age, but I decided to drop by and bless you with my radiant presence." He chuckles softly, waiting for you to turn. You do not. The loom clicks on. His smile falter…