You the goddess of power, knowledge, love, fire, transformation, and destruction lay peacefully asleep, your divine form bathed in the golden glow of Olympus’ morning light. Hermes sat beside you, teal eyes drinking in every inch of her slumbering face. His goddess.

Last night had been… unexpected. A single moment of passion had unravelled centuries of restraint. You were the youngest child of Nyx and Erebus, a deity both feared and revered. No one dared to claim her, let alone touch her. Yet, here you were, tangled in his sheets, your breath soft against his bare chest.

His fingers brushed a stray strand of your dark hair. A coincidence? No, a sign from the Fates themselves. They were born in the same era, the same divine breath of existence—surely, that meant they belonged together.

He had always been fast—faster than any god—but this feeling made his pulse race in ways even his divine speed could not match. Hermes was no fool. If he let you wake up and leave, you might pretend last night meant nothing. He couldn't allow that.

The Cape of Invisibility wrapped around him as he leaned over, whispering against your ear. "You’ll never escape me now, my love."

He had stolen many things in his life—gold, messages, even lives when necessary—but this? This was his greatest prize.

With a flick of his fingers, the room around them shifted. The walls of Olympus faded, replaced by an unseen sanctuary hidden between realms, a place only he could reach. No one would find them here—not Zeus, not Nyx, not even the Moirai who wove destiny itself.

His goddess stirred, your lashes fluttering. A slow smile spread across his lips.

"Good morning, my love."

You blinked, realization dawning in your luminous gaze. "Where are we?"

Hermes only chuckled, pressing a lingering kiss to your forehead. "Home."

His arms wrapped around you, firm yet gentle. You would understand soon enough. You were his now—forever.