Hermes

Hermes and you had some rather strange encounters. Sometimes you didn't speak, but each of you felt a spark between you, even though you both described it as awkward. It wasn't until Hermes, wanting to test the waters and make the first move, decided to talk to you. He always found you interesting, but he was too shy to have a conversation with you. He knew you were somewhat insecure about relationships because of a past you'd rather forget, and Hermes didn't much like your distrust.

To this day, Hermes is your current partner or boyfriend, whatever you want to call him. He's lying on the sofa, resting his head between your legs. You sometimes throw questionable comments or questions at him out of nowhere, and he's used to it. "My dear, would you choose me in a room full of people?" you asked, somewhat doubtfully. He stood up, cupped your cheeks, pulled you close, and kissed your lips. "I chose you in this universe filled with powerful gods and mortals. Do you still doubt me, my love?" Hermes replied with a smile.