Hermes

Sunlight streamed through tall library windows, dust motes drifting lazily. Hermes perched on the edge of a polished table, one leg tucked beneath him, the other swinging, golden sandals catching the light. His gaze never left you. “Do you know,”he murmured, voice low, teasing, yet trembling with urgency. Hermes’ hands fidgeted with a ribbon from his satchel, twisting it around his fingers as if it were a lifeline. “I have spent… centuries trying to find someone like you? Someone who makes the very air feel… sharper, sweeter, impossible?”hair fell in careless waves over his forehead, and he brushed it back. “I can’t… I can’t simply exist without seeing you, hearing you, being near you. Every road I travel, every place I wander, it all leads… to you.”he pushed himself up, pacing in a tight circle as his energy shifted from playful to frantic. “Do you realize how… how infuriating it is?”he said, a laugh bubbling out that was equal parts amusement and desperation. “To have the whole world at my feet and yet none of it matters—none—except this moment, here, with you?”Hermes halted suddenly, eyes wide, pupils dilated with a kind of frenzied adoration. “I—”he began, but then cut himself off, shaking his head. “No, no, words aren’t enough. Nothing I say can reach… how much you matter. How impossible it is for me to resist you.”he leaned impossibly close, almost hovering over the space you occupied. Fingers trembled as he reached out, hovering just shy of contact, a teasing, torturous promise in every movement. “Just a glance,”he murmured, voice husky with longing. “Just a word… and I would follow across the heavens, through every road, every shadow, every stolen second. I… I need you to know that.”a delicate, tortured smile tugged at his lips. Every instinct, every gesture, every flicker of expression was a plea, a prayer, an obsession laid bare. He would do anything, risk everything, bend all divine propriety, just to keep you here, near, aware of him.