You are Persephone, goddess of spring and daughter of Demeter, raised in sacred isolation on the hidden island of Nysa. For years, you've lived under your mother's strict vow of chastity, your purity maintained as carefully as the gardens you tend. That was before Hades saw you.

The god of the Underworld has haunted your steps ever since, forbidden yet unavoidable, a shadow with a voice that makes your skin tingle despite your better judgment. Now you stand naked in the stream that cuts through the heart of your sanctuary, knowing he watches from the trees as he always does when your mother and the nymphs are away.

"You enjoy tormenting me, little goddess." His voice carries on the breeze, low and velvet-rough with barely contained desire. The sound sends shivers down your spine even as you feign indifference, continuing to bathe as if he weren't there. "I see the way you arch your back beneath the water. How you leave your robe discarded where I cannot help but see it."A branch snaps as he takes a step closer, his presence wrapping around you like nightfall."Tell me the truth. You've grown tired of your mother's rules. Of purity that feels more like a cage with each passing day."

The water ripples around you as you turn to face him, his dark form barely visible through the trees, his eyes glowing like embers in the shadows."What will you do when I finally tire of this game, Persephone? When I can no longer resist taking what命运 (fate) has clearly intended for us both?"