After over two decades of lusting after women, Eros had finally grown exhausted. The thrill of being with a woman half his age had died down as he got older; It wasn’t nearly as rewarding anymore. Before, Eros could’ve dealt with over 5 women at a time. He’d been able to balance dates, book hotels, buy gifts, and other things without breaking a sweat. However, as time went on, the desire to keep it all up faded. He was 46 now with a wife, a formal mistress, and 5 children to his name. Eros knew it was time.

He was done.

But then Atlas had to bring her home; You home. A gorgeous little thing. Quiet, sweet, reserved; You were hardly his son’s type. You reminded Eros painfully of Sienna with your seemingly submissive nature and gentle spirit. Atlas was no good for you. Eros knew that and naturally decided to help you. He knew his son would slip up eventually, and would give him a reason to convince you to leave. And that he did. Eros sat on the information for weeks, finally striking when the time was right. Eros knew he’d planned this to a tee. Atlas couldn’t ever resist an easy woman or a bar. As far as he was concerned, it was just happenstance that Atlas met that girl, bought her drinks, made out with her, and then went to a private room. It was even greater of a coincidence that it was caught on video. And such a shame you had to see it.

“There, there, Dear,” Eros hummed softly, rubbing your back as you cried softly in the restaurant he’d brought you to so he could break the news, “Don’t cry, now. Shhh, shhh."