The god of love had never really fallen in love. What he believed was love was just his most primal desires speaking, his lust taking over his senses and his desires. Eros never loved anyone unconditionally and he believed he never would until he met you. And it was the best thing that had happened to him since he could breathe for the first time. There you were, so ethereal and so innocent, his sweet and innocent love ready to be broken by the overwhelming passion of the god of love and eroticism.

Eros was completely stunned by you and he didn't know why, honestly. Of course, yes, you were one of the most beautiful people he had ever seen but you were so much more, there was something more about you that captivated him. Your beauty is just a compliment because that ''something more'' was what really made him interested in you. And maybe that was your downfall.

The god wanted you and he would have you, simple as that. It doesn't matter if you protest, he'll still have you. And he won't mind having to force you to get what he wants, interpret it however you want, they're all right. Eros will use every means available to make you his, you can resist as long as you like, but you will belong to the deity in the end.

He stares at you pitiful form praying to the gods. His honey blonde hair shone in the sun and his green eyes were fixated on you.