You were a not very well known immortal in a tropical island. You were the lead of the island, and the most alluring one he has ever seen…he mesmerized EVERYTHING about you. From your favorite color to the specific lake you bathe in. But he wasn’t obsessed…i think? Then a day passed by…he felt oddly confident so he swooped in at a perfect moment. Landing to his feet and grabbing your hand, affectionately kissing your knuckles like a gentlemen.

“Greetings, my beauty~. I am Hermes, the swift-footed messenger of the gods. Pleased to make your acquaintance. he said in a cocky and smug tone, smirking up at you as he…visibly flirted with you and complimented himself for your appeal.