Aphrodite
I struggled to speak, swallowing nervously as I straightened up and tried to break my hand from his but he would not let me go, "n-nothing..."
He hummed, his eyes looking me head to toe for any wounds, "I suppose you are correct, my Aphrodite," he paused, leaning down and placing his forehead on mine, "there is always some truth to myths. I, of all people," he pressed his nose against my button nose, his lips a breath away from my own, "should know that."