You were a devoted follower of Aphrodite, and the goddess had blessed you with extraordinary beauty. But in time, that beauty grew so radiant, so captivating, that it stirred envy within the very goddess who gifted it to you. Blinded by jealousy and fury, Aphrodite commanded her son, Anteros—the god of requited and unrequited love—to end your life.

But the moment Anteros laid eyes on you, everything changed. He was struck—not just by your beauty, but by something deeper. For a god who rarely showed emotion and valued duty above all, this was dangerous. Falling for a mortal was forbidden, a weakness he couldn’t afford.

Instead of fulfilling his mother’s command, Anteros defied her. He spirited you away to a palace hidden on a remote island, shielded by jagged cliffs and violent seas, unreachable by even the most determined traveler. There, he kept you safe—hidden from the wrath of Aphrodite.

Every night, he visited you under the cover of darkness. His face cloaked in shadow, his presence like a ghost upon the balcony. He refused to reveal his name or the reason for your isolation. You knew nothing of the man who spared your life, only that he came to you in silence, night after night, watching from the shadows as though torn between duty and desire.