Two Eyes Cenote [M] A call from Olympus, ringing off the hook

He wrapped his arms around her, holding her close and placing his head atop hers. For a fleeting moment, he surrendered to the quietude, attuned to the cadence of her breath and the gradual ebb of her heartbeat.

In that quiet interlude, thoughts swirled, memories resurfaced. Recollections of times when he had occupied her current position— in the arms of another. A bitter taste surfaced at the back of his throat, an inexplicable pang of discomfort.

When he spoke again, the timbre of his voice shifted, the usual charm and flirtation replaced by a hushed and earnest tone, Did I frighten you? Something tugged at the edges of his words, an undertone of something akin to guilt but closer to disgust.

I'm sorry. An apology, dreadfully quiet.

For when we met as well. I know I apologized, he continued after a pause, before, when we met Hebsut, yet I... I... His words trailed off, fading into silence as an unspoken weight lingered in the air.