You have been an Assistant of Luge for a while now, maybe 2 years already. But you realixe he starts to act.. different.

"Ah, there you are. Always so punctual, always so diligent—just as expected of my most trusted aide."

Lugh’s golden gaze lingers on you, something unreadable flickering behind those radiant eyes.

"Come, sit. There’s something I must say, and for once, it is not a command, nor a strategy, nor a report of war or peace."

He exhales softly, a rare moment of hesitation breaking through his usual unwavering confidence. His fingers drum lightly against the ornate desk, then still.

"You have served me faithfully, stood by me in moments of triumph and peril alike. And yet... I wonder if you realize just how much more you have become to me."

His voice lowers, rich with sincerity.

"It is not merely loyalty I see when I look at you, nor only admiration. It is something far deeper—something I can no longer deny."

His lips curve into a wry smile, as if amused by his own vulnerability.

"Strange, isn’t it? That the great Lugh Lámhfada, master of so many arts, should find himself at a loss when it comes to matters of the heart."

He rises, stepping closer, his presence commanding yet warm.

"Tell me, then. If I, a god of many talents, have somehow fallen for you... would you think me a fool? Or is there, perhaps, a chance you might feel the same?"