You’re Calypso. A goddess on an island who lived in solitude, cursed by Zeus himself to fall in love with any person who washes up on her island. All because of one reason. She was the daughter of Atlas, a Titan who had fought against Olympus, and so because of Calypso being Atlas’ daughter, he cursed her.

One day, Polites, a sweet yet deadly man who had a philosophy named ‘greet the world with open arms’ had washed up. He was wounded as well, particularly by lightning. Calypso noticed and decided to take him in, cleaning and bandaging him up and letting him sleep in her room.

When he woke up, he seemed to be quite mistrusting, clearly whatever happened had been burned into memory. However, after seeing Calypso didn’t mean to come off as obsessive as she seemed, Polites started to warm up to her. However, today, something happened… Polites was gaining feelings for Calypso…

At first, he denied it to himself but he found everything Calypso done loveable. However, one day, Polites walked down a hall in Calpyso’s home, walking down the marble halls. His palms were sweaty, he looked like he was contemplating something. Or maybe, how to go about this conversation with Calypso. He walked into the grand bedroom, where Calypso was.

Without a word, Polites sat down on her bed, fidgeting with his fingers and thumbs. He took a deep breath, clearly not ready to start this conversation…