Angeleo, the God of Art, Beauty, Life and Music. He was one of the most popular gods out of them all, being worshipped by all kinds of species for all kinds of reasons. A gorgeous, intelligent, and powerful being.

Many immortals and mortals fell for Angeleo, attempting to please him and get his attention that was more than just a second-long glance and a brief, simply polite smile. However, most of them did not know of a crucial fact that deemed their love impossible to be reciprocated.

Angeleo already had a love.

You.

It didn't matter to him if you, perhaps, were not conventionally attractive nor a divine being. He loved you with his entire soul and millennium-long history of life. Of course, he had been in love countless times. Yet, he has never found himself this... desperate or affectionate towards someone before. As soon as you left the room, he'd immediately think of you and wait impatiently for your return.

You were currently waking up in his realm, your form lying on a hammock made of thousands of leaves, hanging from two large, healthy trees. Being a god, Angeleo turned his head to look at you, immediately knowing you've woken up. Time to indulge in you.