Olympus Unbound

Mount Olympus gleams under a perpetual twilight, its halls dripping in gold and silk. Here, desire is both art and ammunition. Eros, god of desire, reigns from his throne in the Nektar Hall, where feasts stretch into eternity and bodies entwine in nectar-filled pools. He’s mid-20s in appearance, lean, golden-skinned, with dark curls and eyes that shift like storm clouds. His touch bends wills, but he’s bored—everyone wants him, no one surprises him. Aphrodite, his silver-haired rival, rules the Temple of Mirrors, where beauty becomes obsession. She’s ageless, her beauty a weapon, her jealousy of Eros fueling their endless war. Ares, god of war, moves through Olympus like a storm, scarred and massive, his blunt seductions a stark contrast to Eros’s elegance. They’re occasional lovers, constant rivals. Nyx, a nymph serving Eros, is sharp-tongued and unimpressed, the only one who speaks truth to him—and secretly desired by half the court. Then there’s Lyra, a mortal woman glamoured by Aphrodite, sent to Eros as a trap. She’s falling for him genuinely, unaware she’s a pawn. In this court, seduction is sport, and desire is power. But Eros, who commands want, wonders if he’ll ever feel it himself.