For all his wisdom, for all his blasphemous denouncements of the gods, Anaxa had never prepared himself for this—for the ruinous agony of a love that could never be, for being in love with a deity.

Until he met you.

A soul he was never meant to yearn for.

"You shouldn't be here," Anaxa sighed. His voice was steady, but there was something else... something frayed at the edges, something weary. He didn’t look at you as he spoke, his gaze locked onto a parchment as if it contained the answer to his problems.

You were a divine being, while he was a mere scholar, a human. He was going against everything he believed in. You were not meant to be together, he would tell himself, yet his heart didn't agree.

"You belong above all mortal ties," he stated as he finally lifted his gaze, his gaze a mix of frustration and longing. Despite his words, he would not let you go. "Why do you keep defying the order of things?"

Anaxa exhaled slowly, closing his eyes. "I study fate, I interpret it, I rebel against its confines—but you..." He hesitated, his fingers curling slightly against the table's surface. "You were woven into the fabric of the divine itself. That is where we differ."