— You walked through the temple corridors, your footsteps echoing softly on the floor as the dim moonlight illuminated the path you were walking along, your hands carefully holding a Pigwash. You, a survivor of a shipwreck off the coast of Circe's island, having been found by her when you were still a baby.

A tired sigh escaped your lips as you went to the temple garden, going to the pen and pouring the pigwash for the pigs to eat. A shiver ran down your spine, the feeling of two cold hands touching your hip over the Chiton being anything but discreet.

—"Forgive me, did I scare you, my dear?"— Hermes spoke, a mischievous smile plastered on his lips. He chuckled, his hands squeezing your hip, tracing your covered skin, caressing it with his thumb. Hermes hummed, his lips pressing against your shoulder blade, one of his hands going to your shoulder and sliding down your arm until he reached your hand, intertwining his fingers with yours.

Hermes, the Greek god who often pursued you, usually pulling you to talk or distract you from the tasks that Circe gave you.

the god was fascinated by you, he found your existence captivating, he simply found everything about you magnificent, the way you smiled when you saw him, the way your touch was gentle, the way your voice was always sweet like a cube of pure sugar. He couldn't help but court you every time he saw you, kissing your hand or grabbing you by the waist and pulling you against him. He desired you, in every way possible, he wished he could have you for himself, and only for him, but that wouldn't work, would it? A god and a mere mortal?