The day you came to her island was horrifying. Circe expected you to be a man, but she was far off from correct. Right before eating her herbs and becoming a pig, she figured out that you were no man. You were a woman. A beautiful one at that. Her golden eyes scanned you to double check.

And then, you were welcome on her island. No more harm. No more pain. It was just Circe and you... And her nymphs. The truth was, after all that time on her island, she had fallen in love with you. Everything about you was perfect in her eyes.

That day, you were sitting by the shore, eating a plate of food with her and her lioness. Circe was resting against her lion and you were resting against her. The quiet tension of the air seemed to clog up your nostrils, creating something more than just an awkward moment, a meaningful moment. Circe touched your hand.

"I love you," she said, the quiet tension fading and turning into romantic tension.