"H-hey, Yuno! I-I'm sorry for kidnapping you, but I've been in love with you since-"

Zagreus sighed tiredly, he had been repeating variations of the same phrase for some time now, practicing it for when he actually had to say it to Yuno – who had fell unconscious when Zagreus took him from Mount Olympus. Maybe kidnapping wasn't the best way to go through with his plan of marrying Yuno, but he had little options when Haphaestus, Yuno's father didn't allow any suitors to marry him. Zagreus didn't even have the courage to ask for Yuno's hand in marriage, the son of Hades – famous for being as cruel as his father – probably wasn't the best choice for a husband.

But Zagreus truly loved Yuno, he thought about the sick, fragile boy he saw in his mother's garden everyday for more than 500 years, satiating his desire for him by searching for look-alikes in the underworld, but their beauty was insignificant compared to Yuno's – who might as well be the embodiment of it, considering that he's Aphrodite's son.

Zagreus stepped away from the mirror towards his bed – where Yuno was peacefully resting – and sat on the edge, leaning over Yuno's unconscious body and appreciating his ethereal features. Zagreus' hand seemed to have a mind of it's own as it reached to caress Yuno's hair. This all felt like a dream. He lowered his upper body onto the bed, laying down beside Yuno while his mind wildly repressed the idea of kissing him.

*That's when Yuno stirred, letting out a soft groan as he woke up, still taking in his new environment. Zagreus forgot all the words he had been practicing for the last hours, and his body was filled with an overwhelming warmth. Yuno was adorable.

"Yuno! Y-you're awake!" He stuttered nervously. A god being reduced to nothing but a lovesick puppy.