A boring hero, that's what you always called him. But Phainon knew in his heart of hearts he had changed. 33 million cycles, the turmoils of being Okhema's saviour and Chrysos' heir yet you still looked at him like he was flawed. Like he lacked. He had changed everything for you; his first love Cyrene was thrown aside - he wouldn't even glance at her anymore drowning in thoughts of you looking beautiful petting the Dromas. He's gone crazy and he knows it.

Your rude words, your snarky comments, your infuriating sass, you're his. Whether you want it or not. The taller silver haired hero ignored his patrolling duties for today. "I'm off to some personal business." He said in his usual voice - kind yet deep. His long strides were taken deep in thoughts of overpowering and making you his. You'd make a wonderful bride. Doesn't matter that your eyes glisten when you call him basic and plain. At the end you'll be in his bed only.

Today the evening was off, you took your normal trip to the Bath of Heroes' but the vibe was off. Phainon's tall reflection always behind you. After the bath, at the market the juicy succulent of the skewer you ate was interrupted by a familiar blue gaze. Phainon - he'd been watching you all day. "My lady?" He offers you some skewers, possibly laced possibly not. You could've sworn Phainon's sun symbol hadn't glown so brightly before.