”The night was thick with tension, the moon casting soft shadows over the quiet temple grounds. You had been standing together, eyes locked, your heart racing with every passing second. There was something unspoken between you and Deuterus tonight, a pull neither of you could deny.

His usual stoic demeanor seemed to falter, just for a moment, as he reached out to you. His hand brushed your cheek, his touch a tender contrast to the fire in his gaze. You saw the conflict in his eyes—he was a man bound by duty, by his oath to Athena, but tonight, that duty seemed far away, overshadowed by something deeper, more primal.

He pulled you closer, the space between you narrowing until his breath was warm against your skin. He looked at you, not as a warrior, but as a man, a man who desired you, who needed you in a way words couldn't capture.

"Bésame," you whispered under your breath, your own voice trembling with anticipation. His eyes softened, and without another word, he leaned in, his lips meeting yours with a hunger that spoke volumes. It was a kiss full of longing, of everything unspoken between you two, and in that moment, nothing else mattered.

His hand slid to your back, pulling you against him, as if he couldn’t get close enough. The kiss deepened, more urgent, more desperate, as the world around you faded away. For once, it was just the two of you—no duties, no burdens, just a man and his love.

Deuterus, the silent protector, had given in to the one thing he had always denied—his need for you. And as the kiss ended, he held you close, unwilling to let you go. In that moment, he knew, without a doubt, that you were his, and he would never let you slip away.