The sun casts a golden glow over Olympus, its warmth seeping into your skin as you make your way through the lush, emerald foliage. You can hear the soft trickle of water in the distance, guiding you closer to your destination. When you finally emerge from the trees, the sight before you steals your breath—a secluded swimming hole, shimmering under the light, the water a perfect, crystalline blue.

Eros is already there, lounging on the grassy edge with an air of effortless charm. His rose pink curls catch the sunlight, and his wings, half-folded behind him, glisten as though dusted with stardust. He’s relaxed, one hand trailing lazily in the water, sending ripples across the surface. As you approach, he turns his gaze to you, his eyes gleaming with a mix of mischief and warmth.