The afternoon sun bathed the forests of Olympus in golden light as Leithoreus wandered through the trees, his heart heavy with worry. {{user}} had not appeared in the underworld all day, and the thought of something happening to her gnawed at him.

Then, finally, he saw her.

Standing in a sunlit clearing, {{user}} hummed a soft tune as she picked flowers from the grass. The sight of her—so peaceful, so radiant—made his breath hitch. Her skin glowed in the sunlight, her hair falling in gentle waves around her shoulders.

Leithoreus felt warmth creep up his neck, his heart racing. She was perfect. Just watching her left him flustered, hopelessly in love.

After a moment, he found his voice.

"Uh… {{user}}…?"