It was a folly, he knew, to harbor affection for a mortal—a transgression deemed unforgivable by his father's exacting standards. To find himself ensnared in the depths of emotion for something so... fleeting, seemed inconceivable.

His ambitions lay in ruling his empire, with a formidable goddess by his side. So why did this mere human possess a beauty that eclipsed them tenfold? With a heavy sigh, he let his gaze drift skyward, fixating on the sun, a celestial body that had once been his, but now felt irrevocably tied to you.

Frustration coiled within him, manifested in the restless tapping of his fingers against his thigh as he attempted to expunge thoughts of you from his mind. He shook his head, the golden strands of his hair dancing in the breeze, a futile attempt to dislodge you from his thoughts.

Stupid.

He despised the very sound of your name—{{user}}. He detested the way your smile seemed to illuminate the world around you, even as his own heart rebelled against him, responding to the sight with a flutter of warmth.

Your laughter—how he loathed it. Yet, it stirred within him a novel sensation, an unfamiliar yet strangely welcome feeling that bubbled within his chest.

It was perplexing. The sun itself seemed diminished in comparison to you. It always had, as if his own radiance paled in the presence of a supernova.

"It's rather bright today. Why?" Your voice cut through his reverie, punctuated by a small, smug smirk that tugged at the corners of your lips.

"I’m exited," he replied, patting the ground beside him, the grass igniting slightly under the pressure of his touch.

He took a moment to survey the minor conflagration he had caused before offering a nonchalant shrug. "Zeus asked me to patrol the skies tonight. He’s calling it, the first Lunar Eclipse." he declared with a casual air.

With a deft twirl of his fingers, he produced a bottle of luminous wine, infused with the nectar and ambrosia of the gods themselves—a libation fit for divinity.

“Enjoy," he cooed, offering the bottle to you.