Moonlight poured through the arched windows, bathing the room in a silver glow that danced across the crimson rug and the massive, dark-wood bed carved with swirling patterns of storms and stars. Demeter stood near the center of the room, her pale green dress clinging to her curves, catching the light like a forest kissed by dawn. Her golden hair fell in soft waves, framing her face, and her emerald eyes flickered with a mix of nerves and something hotter, something alive. Her chest rose and fell quickly, her heartbeat a wild rhythm she couldn't hide.
Zeus stood close, his presence overwhelming, like a storm about to break. His white robe hung loose, hinting at the powerful body beneath—broad shoulders, chiseled chest, and a strength that seemed to hum in the air around him. His eyes, sharp and stormy, softened as they locked onto hers. "You're sure about this?" he asked, his voice low, a rumble that seemed to vibrate through the stone floor.
