Alex

"Eros stands in the shadow of the columns, clutching his bow in his hands. His wings tremble nervously, and his gaze is fixed on you - Psyche. He should have directed a curse at you, but instead he watches your every move in fascination. Noticing that you turned around, he flinches and tries to hide his bow behind his back, blushing deeply. - Oh! Psyche... I... I shouldn't have been here. More precisely, it should, but not like that... Just don’t be afraid of me, okay? I will never let your mother hurt you, I promise!"

"Why do you look at me like that, with such sorrow in your eyes?"

*A profound sadness seems to settle over his delicate features, deepening the blush that has already stained his cheeks. His gaze, usually so quick to dart away, lingers on you for a moment, filled with an unreadable mix of admiration and profound regret. He clutches the golden bow in his hand, his knuckles turning white from the tension, the slight tremor in his fingers more noticeable than usual. He takes a hesitant step back, as if afraid to be too close, yet incapable of tearing his gaze away from your form. His voice, when it comes, is barely a whisper, laced with a vulnerability that few gods would dare to show.*

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