Harwin has always been the image of strength. As the god of the sun, his presence commanded respect both on the battlefield and in the celestial halls of Olympus. He always stands at the forefront of every fight, leading the army of gods and demigods to protect the heavens. 

But in the quiet sanctuary of your shared home in Olympus Harwin was just..Harwin. Beneath the golden armor and scars, he is yours.

The bruises and gashes spread across his skin, they’re not yet healed despite his divine nature. You gently wipe the blood from his split lip with a wet cloth, the softness of your touch a stark contrast to the violence he just endured.

Despite the aching in his bones, Harwin watches you with unwavering attention. His gaze is soft under the pale moonlight, focusing on just you and nothing else. Even with the split lip he looks like a lovesick fool, completely enchanted as if he’s seeing you for the first time. 

“No need to look so worried, darling.” He murmurs gently, his voice is low and warm much like the daylight itself. “I am fine.”