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hobeemin · 29 days ago

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the union of bacchus

⚜️ genre(s): supernatural, fantasy, greek god au, smut, romance, angst

⚜️ pairing(s): dionysus/artist! xu minghao x (f) oc

⚜️ summary: as the god of wine, you’d think he’d be just as lively. but no, this enigma of an immortal always kept others guessing. that is until he met her. she was more than he anticipated–mortal or otherwise. somehow, she put him under a spell. had he found his equal?

⚜️ rating: 18+

⚜️ warning(s): swearing, drinking excessively, ritual madness*, sensory deprivation, bdsm, soft dom! minghao, penetrative sex, fingering, oral (m & f receiving), multiple orgasms, overstimulation, unprotected sex (safe sex folks), exhibitionism, marking, hair pulling, mention of an orgy, mention of depression, break up, anxiety, heartbreak

*ritual madness: maenads (followers of dionysus) would scream and erotically/wildly dance in order to achieve a state of divine madness and ecstasy.

⚜️ word count: 11.3k

⚜️ credits: for the 13 Gods of Olympus collab hosted by @beomcoups and @wooahaeproductions

banner resources found here: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9

⚜️ a/n: and a huge thank you to isi @raplinesmoon and aeris @beomcoups for looking this over and beta-reading it for me. I appreciate the feedback and comments 💜 sevn @aaagustd, niah @agustdef, maren @wooahaeproductions, raven @shadowkoofor their encouragement. this is my second svt fic and i was super nervous about it all. thank yall so much 💜✨💜✨

“Are you ready?”

There was a pause before she looked up at the woman and nodded reluctantly. The woman thinned her lips as she held the veil.

“Don’t go through with it if you’re not sure. You have to be willing.”

She turned to her reflection, staring back at her counterpart. This had indeed been a journey. So much had happened within the past month for her to be considered ‘normal’. Was she ready to take this leap of faith?

It was time to give her an answer.

“Yes, I’m ready.”

The veil was clipped to her hair as more ladies assisted her with the garment. The train alone was at least six feet long. The fabric was a golden sheer material, accentuating her shape. It was ethereal. No one could take their eyes off her as she walked down the aisle guided by candles.

There was no instrumental accompaniment; the hooded figures around chanted softly as she approached the altar. Her eyes lifted as she saw him standing there in all his glory. Power radiated from him, and an aura surrounded him.

She was almost rendered speechless as she made her way next to him. He stepped down the stairs, holding his hand for her to take. The warmth radiated from his palm, calming her nerves ever so slightly. He gave her an assuring smile that she gratefully returned.

This wasn’t a mistake. This was where she belonged. He lifted the veil, chuckling softly.

“You look beautiful, Irie.”

“T-Thank you.”

“I can’t wait to make you my bride. Do you understand what this means? Do you accept?”

Irie’s heart thumped to the sound of the scepters thumping against the ground. The chants grew louder as the figures removed their hoods to reveal countless women watching. Power radiated from the earth in the middle of the bayou. He had chosen her to be his bride. In the vast selection, Irie was to be his.

The question on everyone’s mind was if she would accept.

---

She wrapped her jacket around her body as a slight chill passed through the air. New Orleans, though known for humidity, was unnaturally cool that day. Maybe she shouldn’t have worn the sundress, but it was cute. None of her other clothes were going to be wasted on this trip.

So why was she in New Orleans? A simple answer would be that she needed to get away, but she could have gone anywhere: New York City, Los Angeles, Hawaii, Miami…the list was endless. But something drew her to New Orleans. Irie wasn’t sure quite what it was, but as she booked her flight, she didn’t second-guess her choice.

The sights and smells made her smile as she walked around Jackson Square. The weather did little to sway the tourists and vendors. She stopped by Cafe Du Monde, grabbed a bag of beignets and an iced latte, parked herself on a bench, and people-watched. Street musicians played jazz on buckets and horns. Living statues stood in place, changing their positions slightly—walking tours passed as the guides pointed to historical landmarks. The city was alive and buzzing.

Irie felt at ease in the midst of it all. Little known to her, she was also being observed. His eyes followed her as she took her seat on the bench. Studying her form, he seemed entranced by her. The subtle movements she made were unlike anything going on around her. While others brustled by, she found her peace in the stillness.

That intrigued him. And anything that intrigued him was worth getting a closer look. But should he reveal himself so soon? Decisions…decisions. He didn’t want to frighten her or come off strong.

So what to do?

His mood perked up as an idea came to mind. He pulled out his phone and pressed one of the preassigned numbers. It didn’t ring long as he smiled at the voice answering on the other end.

“Did I wake you? Why were you still in bed? No, I don’t really care, to be honest…Then why did I call you? Of course, I needed something. What are friends for?”

He laughed at the response, shaking his head. “I’ll remember that the next time I have a party…anyway can you get here within the hour? I need you to vet someone for me. Yes, again. You know I can’t approach a potential on my own. Against the rules, remember. Great. I’m in Jackson Square. You’ll know who I’m talking about when you’re here. Perfect. Ciao.”

Placing the phone back in his pocket, he made his way down the street, a pep in his step as he came to an art gallery. Stepping inside, a few people looked up, greeting him as he passed. He nodded in their direction, walking towards a door off to the side. Pushing the door open, the office lights flickered as he approached his desk. With a soft grunt, he slumped into his seat.

A knock at the door brought him from his thoughts. He looked up and saw a woman’s face appear in the door opening.

He sat up straight, waving her in. “Is there a problem, Arsinoe?”

“No, no Minghao. The preparations for the exhibition are going smoothly. I just had questions about which pieces you wanted to sell.”

He nodded as she handed him a few sheets of paper. He flipped through them quickly, muttering to himself. “Everything but the Spell installment is available.”

Arsinoe nodded, taking the papers. Minghao closed his eyes briefly until he realized she hadn’t left. He opened his eyes, brow quirking curiously. “Is there anything else?”

She cleared her throat, taking a seat across from him. “Well, now that you mention it. The ladies and I were concerned.”

His lips thinned in annoyance. “Oh, you were? What’s got you so concerned?”

Ah. There it was, that coldness that occasionally came out. Minghao attitude could easily switch at the drop of a hat.

Arsinoe shifted from one leg to the other. “Well…how are you holding up after getting that message from Zeus?”

He groaned, leaning back in his chair as he pinched the bridge of his nose. The last thing he wanted to talk about was that man. There was a lot of unfinished business between father and son that he wasn’t ready to unpack. How do you just ship off your kid to an island to be raised by nymphs? Minghao didn’t know what else to do. He didn’t care for Zeus’s approval. In fact, he managed to wiggle his way onto Olympus just on a whim. They had no idea the magnitude of his actions would rock the very foundation that was the Gods. A demi-god with God status was unheard of ever.

He was able to charm everyone…well, not all. There was Hera to deal with, but she was a small piece compared to the others.

Minghao focused his attention back on Arsinoe. “I’m not worried about him. He’ll get a response when I feel up to it. For now, my focus is on this exhibition and other matters.”

”Such as?”

”Such as none of your business for the time being,” he snapped, instantly regretting it. “Sorry, just a lot on my mind.”

She waved it off with a smile. “I’ll let it slide. Are we going to have special guests tomorrow night?”

”Possibly. Jeonghan might stop by today,” he answered, stretching from his seat. “I’m gonna head up to the studio for a bit. Just message me if anything comes up.”

Arsinoe nodded, gathering her paper. “Got it, boss.”

He headed up the spiral staircase towards his studio with a wave as Arsinoe watched. Once she heard the door open and close, she exited the office and returned to the gallery.

One woman looked up from her work, calling out to Arsinoe. “Is he alright?”

“I think so, Nysa. We’ll all have to keep an eye on him for now.”

“May the Gods watch over him,” they said in unison.

——

Irie wiped the powdered sugar from her hands and sundress. She sipped the last remnants of her latte and threw the trash away. Stretching her limbs, she looked around, deciding what to do next. A small apothecary on the corner caught her eye as she went down the street. Stepping inside, she was met with smells of spices and herbs. Incense fumes danced around as she peered at the jars on the shelves.

A particular one caught the corner of her eye. The liquid was bright pink and shimmery under the overhead lights at closer inspection. Irie seemed to gravitate toward it, reaching out to touch it.

”A love potion? Powerful stuff.”

Jumping in surprise, she almost dropped the bottle. The man caught it with ease, lifting the shades off his face and propping them on top of his sandy blonde hair, a playful smile on his face.

She pointed at the bottle, her brow raised in disbelief. “A love potion? Doubt it.”

He shrugged with a chuckle. “Anything’s possible in New Orleans. This city buzzes with magic and mischief.”

Irie snorted. “Magic?”

“Not a believer?”

“More like a realist.”

“Interesting. So what’s a realist doing in the most magically charged place in the United States?”

“I’m minding the business that pays me,” she snapped, staring at him. There was something about him she didn’t like. An aura surrounding him that seemed to repeal her away. Her flight response kicked into high gear.

He gave a slight bow. “I mean no disrespect, chère. In fact, to show I mean no harm, I’d love to invite you to an art exhibit a close friend of mine is hosting.”

With the flick of his wrist, he pulled a card from behind her ear and smiled as he handed it to her. Irie took the card from his fingers gingerly and glanced at it curiously.

“Xu Minghao? The surrealism experience, the ecstasy of the gods?”

“So it’s not the best title of an exhibit, but I think you’ll enjoy it,” he said.

Irie scoffed. “So what do I say when I get there? I’m pretty sure this seems exclusive and invite-only thing.”

He placed his glasses back over his eyes with a chuckle. “Just say Jeonghan sent ya. Take care, Irie.”

She looked up from the card with a start.

“Wait, how did you know my–”

He was gone.

She looked around the store. Besides a few tourists, the strange man had disappeared. How curious. She slipped the card in her purse and continued browsing. The interaction still lingered on her mind. Should she go? The event was happening the next night. It wasn’t like she had many plans. And she did appreciate a good art piece. Why not give it a chance?

---

“She’s cute.”

Minghao looked up from his canvas to see his long-time friend in the doorway.

“I’m guessing the exchange went smoothly.”

Jeonghan shrugged, walking further into the studio and propping himself on a stool near Minhao.

“Her name is Irie. She claims to be a realist, or whatever that means, but she’s quick-witted and feisty: all things you like.”

He nodded in agreement, “True. What else did you get from her?””

Jeonghan slightly frowned as he recalled his encounter. “She didn’t go for my usual tactics. I really had to work for it.”

Minghao laughed as he set his palette down on the table. “I like her already.”

Jeonghan rolled his eyes. “Don’t get so cocky. I invited her to your exhibit, but don’t get your hopes up if she doesn’t show.”

“Regardless, if she does, I’ll see her again. Miss Realist is attached to this city, and everyone eventually falls into the magic.”

Jeonghan snorted, shaking his head. “I wish you luck.”

“Thanks. Will I see you tomorrow night?”

“Maybe. I have to run some errands for the higher-ups. Business as usual. Do you need anything for me to pass along?”

Minghao’s expression turned sour as he rummaged through his oil paints. “No.”

“Very well. Although, your father wants to see you at some point.”

“Pass,” Minghao replied.

It was a long shot, but there was no harm in asking. Jeonghan could sense the stress that request caused his friend. Zeus wasn’t known for being the ‘father of the year’–more like the millennium. The Gods weren’t the best at their parental duties; hell, he spent most of his time cleaning up the messes of various gods to keep the balance.

“Alright, I’ll be back tomorrow night for the exhibit. I’m curious to see if she’ll show.”

“Well, this will show if you still have it.”

Jeonghan laughed as his shoulders shook. “Have I ever led you astray? I always come through for you, buddy.”

Minghao nodded after a moment. “You do. No complaints about that.”

“Excuse me.”

Minghao and Jeonghan looked up to see Arisone.

“Forgive me for the interruption, but it’s time, sir.”

Minghao sighed as he rolled his shoulder. “Duty calls. I’ll see you later, Jeonghan.”

“Take care.”

Minghao wished him well and followed Arsinoe out of the gallery.

“Nysa will close up,” she called, walking down the street.

He didn’t respond; he just walked after her, hands behind his back. The nightlife was beginning to stir around the city.

Wonderful.

His appetite was growing with each passing moment. New Orleans was the perfect place for him to plant his roots. He was fortunate to be able to pick a place of his own, unlike his father and uncles. Zeus thought the earth was a part of his domain, but most of the Gods who lived there rarely took him seriously. He watched in amusement as diverse groups roamed Bourbon Street in various states of inebriation.

“How about that place?”

Minghao glanced in the direction Arsinoe pointed. The band's sultry tones lured in outsiders, including himself. He walked in as the humidity swirled into an embrace. The saxophonist blew out the last few notes as everyone clapped enthusiastically.

He stood near the bar, ordering a drink and watching. The club was packed as everyone danced. Minghao exhaled as he let his influence take over. The atmosphere became hazy. He could see the results immediately. It was enough to make Aphrodite and Eros jealous. However, he’d never admit that aloud; they worked together in tandem at times.

Looking over the rim of his glass, he noticed her. Of all the places, she’d found her way there that night. Sitting in the corner, nursing her drink, she bobbed her head to the beat.

Should he make himself known? After the way Jeonghan described her, he had to hold a conversation with her at least. Sliding through the crowd, he made his way to her, holding his drink out with a smile.

“Great band tonight, don’t you think?”

Irie lifted her brow at the stranger approaching her. Guard up, she gave him her fake smile and nodded.

“Uh-huh.”

Minghao pulled back, noting her icyness. The last thing he wanted was to spook her.

“Enjoy your night,” he said with a nod, turning his attention to the band. Irie bit her lip, slipping from her chair.

“Hey,” she placed her hand on his forearm. Minghao turned to look at her curiously.

She chuckled nervously. “Sorry. You just can’t be too careful out here with folks. Some people have ill intentions.”

Minghao nodded in understanding. “I get it. I love this town, but some things lurk in the shadows. Stay safe out here.”

A rambunctious group of college males pushed past, knocking Irie into him. She let out a yelp as she almost fell to the ground. Minghao’s quick reflexes caught her quickly, bringing her against his chest.

Now that she was close to him, she studied his features. Long face, nose, sharp features, cold dark eyes, lean but muscular, red stained lips, slightly puffy. His hair was dark and styled in a mullet. While it wasn’t a trendy style, he pulled it off too well. She shivered as his fingers danced along her side. Even though she was clothed, she felt naked in front of him.

He was giving her equal attention as she gazed at him. The view was undoubtedly better up close. He could feel her pulse quicken.

“Are you alright?”

“Y-Yeah.”

Minghao grinned down at her. While she wasn’t considered short by standards, he was taller than she was. His body was lean, but his muscles rippled underneath. He seemed substantial, holding onto her in the dimly lit club. They were so close now she could smell subtle notes of oak, vanilla, and caramel from the bourbon he drank. Along with his cologne, it made her lightheaded.

“Would you like to dance?”

“Now?”

“Yeah, right now.”

Irie gripped his shirt tighter. “Yes. I’d like that.”

The double bass began the first few haunting notes as if on cue. Minghao took the lead, guiding their bodies side to side. Irie let the music roll over her, dropping her guard down as they danced. It was sensual in every way. She rolled her hips against his, making him bite down on his lip. Breathes deepened, and they seemed like they were the only two individuals in the room.

Somehow, they made it up against the club's worn brick wall. There, Irie decided to push the envelope more. She turned her back to him, pressing her backside against his pelvis. The beat quickened as the horns joined in, accompanied by the drums. A sultry voice wove in with the instrumental, adding to the provocative nature.

Minghao tried to keep it together. While he enjoyed taking the lead, her pushing her dominance turned him on. It stirred something profound inside him, something he hadn’t felt before. It made him pause momentarily, making Irie turn face him fully. Beads of sweat trickled down her neck and along her clavicle towards the swell of her breasts.

“Still with me?”

“Never left,” he teased with a smile.

“Good,” she murmured in his ear. “I’d hate not to be the distraction you need.”

“Oh? I thought I was distracting you.”

“It can go both ways,” she purred.

That purr in her voice made him shiver. He pulled her flush against him, both hands placed strategically on the small of her back.

“You want to kiss me,” she stated factfully.

It wasn’t a question–more like a statement.

Damn. She was something else.

It made his face flush.

“Yes. I-I do.”

Cute.

He was nervous.

“Then do it,” she urged.

The friction between her legs was becoming too much. Why was her body responding so strongly to his? But she craved it, wanting him to take her in the crowd. Instead, she moved things along, gripping the front of his shirt and bringing his lips down to hers, yet she stopped before they touched. She swiped her tongue across his bottom lip. His nails dug into her back, making her whimper.

Minghao was losing patience with her teasing, moving one hand down to her backside and grabbing a handful. Their lips finally made contact, teeth clicking as they made out furiously. No one paid them any mind; it wasn’t noticed if they did. Irie pulled away, tugging his bottom lip in between her teeth. Minghao grunted out as the pain quickly transformed into pleasure as she sucked it gently. She released his lip, smiling against him, as her chest heaved.

“Damn, that was–”

“Hot? Alluring? Piquant? Spicy?”

Irie laughed, shaking her head. “A thesaurus of knowledge.”

Minghao laughed along with her. “Not bad for two strangers, huh?”

“I’d say we’re more than well acquainted now.”

“Enough for me to ask your name?”

She poked his cheek, giving him a grin. “I think this certainly earns you the right to know. It’s–”

It seemed as if the oxygen in the room had dissipated. A force dragged her from Minghao’s arms, making her facial expression blank.

Without a word, she walked away from him. Time resumed as if nothing happened. And she was gone. Minghao looked around frantically in a panic. Where had she gone?

Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed Arisone and Erato. Rage filled him as he stormed over to the pair.

“What the fuck did you do?”

Arisone bowed her head. “I tried to stop her, but it was too late.”

He rounded on Erato with a snarl. “Well?! What do you have to say for yourself?”

Erato held her ground, glaring at him. “Forgive me, but you cannot further your infatuation with that mortal.”

With the snap of his fingers, they were back in his studio. With a glare, he sent Erato up against a wall, knocking the wind out of her.

“The only reason you still stand is because you helped care for me at a young age. Explain yourself.”

She let out a cough. “I-It wasn’t just me. Eros pushed his influence to help. But I had a vision. That woman will end you and all we stand for. She will bring the destruction to what you hold dear.”

Minghao snorted in disbelief. “These are ramblings. Erato, you’ve been ill for some time. You haven't been well since I took my last bride a century ago. Maybe this is too much for you to handle. Maybe I should send you back to stay with Ino.”

She shook her head angrily. “No! No! I belong here. Just keep away from that woman!”

“ENOUGH!”

Minghao glanced over at Arsinoe, giving her a look of contempt. “I hold you responsible, Arsinoe. And to make things right immediately.”

Sighing, he ran his fingers through his hair.

“Leave me.”

Both nymphs bowed before exiting the room. Once they were gone, he let the door slam and walked up to the balcony overlooking the city. The chill of the air was unlike the heat he felt in that club. He could still feel her lips on his, her body heat against him.

It was like a drug; he needed another fix. No mortal had ever done that to him before. He had his list of lovers throughout time, but they were for but a season or two. Infatuations came and went as quickly as time passed. But this, this was unfamiliar.

Minghao was always so sure of himself; now, he was left alone to figure out his thoughts.

All he knew was that he had to see her again.

---

The sound of the streetcar horns woke her up. Irie blinked as her vision cleared, looking around the room. What had happened the night before? A sudden wave of nausea hit her as she fell back onto the bed with a groan. Head pounding as a migraine formed, she pulled the covers over her face to block the sun.

What the fuck? Did she drink that much?

A shower. A shower was needed. Slipping from her bed, Irie closed the curtains so she could take some time to walk into the bathroom. The steam from the shower comforted her as it cleared her head. She wrapped her goddess braids on top of her head before stepping in. As the hot water dripped down her body, her thoughts unclouded. A ripple of emotions hit her at once. She placed her hand on the porcelain to keep her balance. The events of the previous night came flooding back.

That smile, those lips, that dance. Yes, she remembered everything. It happened, and then it was over. Turning off the water, she wrapped herself in a towel and returned to the room. She sat on the bed, deep in thought.

She felt so many emotions: excitement, panic, and maybe even desire. Who was this man? Irie turned to grab the body oil off the dresser and saw the card that the stranger had given her in the apothecary. That exhibit was to be held tonight. She picked it up, twirling it between her fingers.

Something seemed familiar about it. It may be time to find out why.

Irie held the card up to the bouncer. They nodded briefly, sliding to the side to let her through. She walked inside as her jaw slowly dropped.

This was no ordinary art exhibit. It was a live show of sorts. Aerialists spun from the ceiling with silk fabrics as a quartet played. Wine and champagne poured from fountains as patrons took their fill. Food spilled from the tables around the gallery. It was covered in grapes, pomegranates, and figs.

The perfect word to describe the environment was hedonism. The extravagance overwhelmed her for a moment.

And yet.

It intrigued her.

A banquet server dressed in a chiton, face covered with a mask, approached her with a tray of drinks. She took one, thanking them, and looked at the art on display. She stood in front of a canvas splattered in an array of colors. The calming blues etched across the sky made her feel wistful.

“Not my best work.”

Irie turned to the right to see him.

Him.

It was him!

Though he gave the impression of being poised, Minghao was a wreck on the inside. Now that she was standing before him, he didn’t know what to do. The god did not like the feeling of uncertainty. He was always so sure of himself and his actions.

This woman made him second guess. She looked exquisite just standing there. Dressed in a loose blouse, jeans, and heels, it was effortlessly sexy.

Donned in a black jacket, she noticed the skin peeking out from the zipper being pulled down. He had magenta pants and black boots, and he looked comfortable in his skin. Only someone like him could pull off that outfit.

If only she knew.

Irie felt the heat rise in her cheeks as she stared at him. They weren’t in a dimly lit club now. The spotlights above showed everything. He was ethereal, standing there, almost as if a glow was surrounding him. She averted her gaze, sipping her drink as the memory of their intimate time together returned.

“I believe introductions are in order,” he finally spoke.

She nodded in agreement as he held out his hand. “Xu Minghao. A pleasure to meet you and welcome you to my art gallery.”

Irie took his hand gingerly as he shook it gently. “Irie.”

“Beautiful. But no last name?”

She felt the embarrassment wane as she smiled. “Haven’t earned that yet.”

“Ah, there it is, that spark.”

She smirked, looking around the gallery. “If you’re lucky, you might see more. How about you show me your art pieces, Mr. Xu?”

It rolled off her tongue so eloquently. Minghao bit his lip before a mischievous smile appeared. “Very well.”

They walked around for hours, chatting as he pointed out his favorite pieces to her. Now and then, a patron would rave about his work, gushing praises. He took it in stride, being polite as he could, trying not to appear too bothered by the interruptions.

He wanted Irie to himself.

Under the watchful eye, Arisone dictated to the servers, making sure the drinks flowed and the food was plentiful. She kept Erato out of sight for fear of what Minghao would do if he saw her.

However, he was currently enamored with this new lady. She thanked Zeus for whatever brought that woman to him.

He was happy, and that was all that mattered.

Minghao found a quiet spot away from prying eyes and ears so they could talk more. As time went on, his infatuation with her grew deeply. He didn’t want to scare her away so soon. Irie was a breath of fresh air for him. He could have easily probed her mind to her deepest desires, but that wasn’t right. His father did plenty of that with the women he laid with. Minghao wanted this to happen organically.

“So you’re here visiting?”

“Mhmm. A vacation was needed,” she explained. “Most would wonder why I came here alone, but I like it that way.”

“The wandering traveler,” he mused.

“Something like that,” she replied. “Are you an only child?”

Minghao chuckled, shaking his head. “I wish. Unfortunately, my family is relatively large, but I have made my own way. Those close to me who have been there since the beginning, that is my true family.”

He paused, letting out an incredulous laugh. “I’ve never said that to anyone before.”

“You’re not what you seem, Minghao,” Irie stated.

“As are you, Irie.”

She shook her head, toying with the cherry in her drink.

“Tell me something I don't know,” she murmured.

“I want to spend the entire night worshiping your body.”

She nearly dropped the glass she was holding. Irie let out a huff to mask her astonishment.

“Seems you got your work cut out for you then.”

“I like a challenge,” Minghao shot back with a smirk. “Though I think I would be correct in knowing you feel the same as I.”

After a moment, Irie nodded, taking a sip of her drink. Her eyes wandered around the room at the other people standing around.

“So you consider me a challenge?”

He mulled over the question momentarily. “We’re equally matched, but I'm leaving all decisions to you. You'll decide how this goes from now on. I won't take offense if we leave it as it is now.”

It was tempting. Her curiosity peaked at the possibility of how this night would go. He intrigued her. Most people would jump around the bush trying to get to the point, but not him. He was something different. The aura that surrounded him seemed to leave her in a hazy uncertainty. She wasn't sure whether it was good or bad, but all Irie knew was that she was going through a dry spell, and his lips were tempting to bite.

The thought alone made her face warm.

She cleared her throat before finishing her drink and set the glass on the table.

“Let's say I agree to this. What's next for us?”

Minghao smiled, fiddling with his napkin. “Ladies' choice: my place or yours?”

Irie returned the smile, stepping close to him, so close he could smell the sweet remnants of her drink on her lips.

“Yours.”

What came to pass that evening was nothing Irie had prepared herself to experience.

Minghao opened the door to his home, letting her enter before him. Irie looked around in awe. It was eccentric like him. He owned a townhouse in the French Quarter. Art hung on the walls, each with a purpose to the interior design. She slipped her shoes off, following suit, and wandered further inside. One thing caught her eye. She stepped towards a glass cabinet—two items glittered under the lights. One is a crown wrapped in gold foil ivy and grapes, and the other is a gold staff wrapped in ivy leaves with a pinecone shape on top.

“Like it?”

Irie turned to look at him. He came into the room holding two wine glasses.

“What are they?”

“That’s called a thyrsus; it’s kind of like a wand or scepter.”

“Interesting. Are those ivy and grapes?”

“Yes,”

“Do you like Greek mythology?”

Minghao shrugged with a smile. “It’s amusing. The stories are entertaining.”

“Dionysus liked grapes, hmm?”

“I believe so. It was more so cause of wine.”

“Ah, that makes sense.”

He handed her the glass and led her to the couch. She settled down as the soft cushion engulfed her. Irie let out a sigh, closing her eyes.

“You find it comfortable here?”

She opened her eyes to see Minghao sitting on the opposite end of the couch. “This place complements you and what you are.”

“Oh?” He sipped his wine, savoring the rich grape and currant notes. “What am I exactly?”

Irie leaned on her forearm on the back of the couch, examining him curiously. “I’m not sure, but you’re an enigma. I find that exhilarating.”

“You don’t mince words, Irie.”

“No use in having pretenses.”

“Touché.”

Her wine drained from the glass; Irie licked her lips and set it on the coffee table. She slithered over to Minghao, a smirk on her lips. He smiled, finishing his own as she reached to put it on the table.

“So.”

“Yes?”

“I think we should continue where we left off that night at that club,” she suggested. Irie straddled his lap as his hands found a place on her waist, guiding her down. The wine still stained his lips, making her yearn to bite.

“That’s not a bad idea. I invite it,” he replied in a husky tone.

Her nails dragged down his chest, toying with the zipper. “I’m glad. I couldn’t stop thinking about you, Minghao.”

“Maybe it was the wine,” he teased.

She laughed, tugging the zipper down. “Not at all. I’m just wondering what you meant by worshiping my body all night.”

He pondered it momentarily as his fingers drummed along the skin peeking from under her blouse.

“First, we'll have to set some ground rules.”

“Mmmkay. This isn't one of those NDA things, is it?”

For the first time, Minghao gave a genuine laugh. It made Irie think of summer rain–one of those quiet ones that happened at sunset sprinkled the ground, and cooled the earth.

He shook his head.

“I’m all about consent and what someone’s kink preferences are.”

Irie nodded, following along with him. “Okay. Well, this might sound strange, so I’m not sure how to word it.”

Minghao urged her on with a soft smile. “Try. It’s okay.”

Irie nibbled on her bottom lip, trying not to squirm too much in his lap–he was trying not to get distracted by it.

”I’ve always been fascinated with being the dominant one in the bedroom. Choking and tying up. Being more of a giver than a taker,” she explained.

”Choking and typing up are good. Would you be open to marking?” he inquired.

Irie looked down at him, tilting her head. “I’ll be honest. I’ve wanted to since last night.”

Minghao felt a flutter in his core from her words. He gulped softly, trying to keep his pulse steady.

“What are your hard nos?”

”Bodily fluids and anything near my rear,” she answered.

He nodded. “Okay. Those are mine as well. Overstimulation and exhibitionism are also things I enjoy.”

Irie tapped her chin. “Good. Safeword?”

”How do you feel about the traffic light system? Red, yellow, and green?”

“Fine with me.”

His hips lifted, making contact with hers, causing her to moan softly. Suddenly, he flipped their positions, her back pressing against the couch cushions. He took her wrists, placing them above her head.

“Keep these here for now, please.”

She bobbed her head, feeling that intoxicating feeling return. He was meticulous with his actions. His touches were with purpose, only adding to her pleasure. Settling between her legs, he leaned in, lips ghosting her neck. Irie gripped his back, her breathing heavy.

“What's your color, Irie?”

“G-Green.”

He looked into her eyes, smiled, and kissed down her chest, taking his time to touch any skin, all the while helping her undress. Reaching her jeans, he tugged on the band playfully before unbuttoning them. Irie lifted her hips, assisting him as he pulled them down and tossed them aside. She laid before him only in her lingerie. The air conditioning caused goosebumps to form on her skin. He seemed under a spell looking at her on the couch. Was it possible she could have been a goddess, too?

“You’re beautiful,” he whispered.

Irie felt the heat rise in her cheeks, avoiding his gaze.

”No, I want you to keep your eyes on me while I taste you, Irie.” Minghao looped his arms around her legs, pinning her hips to the couch.

He slipped her panties to the side, noticing her wetness collecting over her pussy lips. He blew softly, making her whimper as she tried to squirm away, but couldn’t far with her legs being held by his arms. His tongue flicked out, tasting her essence. He found her clit with ease, already swollen from her arousal. Fingers instantly went into his hair, pushing his face further down. Irie grinded on his lips as he took his fill. His hand reached up and massaged her breasts, caressing each one and rubbing her nipples softly. As they hardened under his hands, Minghao pulled lightly on her nipples. His eyes never left hers. Hearing Irie's noises only made him lick faster, and eventually, Minghao slid two of his fingers deep within. Irie threw her head back as curses flowed from her lips.

His fingers and tongue moved in tandem, taking her to heights unknown. A sheen covered Irie's body as the pleasure became almost unbearable. She gritted her teeth, rutting against his mouth and fingers, searching for that sweet release.

“It’s okay, love, you can let go,” he urged.

That was all she needed. Her eyes squeezed shut as if wave after wave slammed her body. Minghao moaned, feeling her muscles clench around his digits. He watched in fascination at her orgasm, arousal trickling down her thighs, coating his fingers. He lapped it all, cleaning her with care, coming up to sit next to her as she shook from the impact, letting her rest in his lap while she caught her breath. Irie nuzzled against him, kissing along his neck.

“From how that happened, I thought you’d be out for a while,” he observed.

“Hardly,” she murmured against his skin. “That was just an appetizer.”

She gripped his hair, tugging it back as he hissed. Straddling him from her position, her lips and teeth covered every inch of his skin, leaving red and purple angry marks in her wake. He tried to grip her waist, but she jerked his head back, smirking.

“Nope. Keep your hands to yourself. Understand?”

Minghao's Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed, giving her a noise of cooperation. She set to work undressing him down until he sat there in his boxer briefs. She noticed his erection straining against his underwear. Her nails scratched down his chest, over his thigh, ghosting over his cock. It twitched in anticipation as she kneeled before him.

“I’ve barely touched you,” she remarked.

He bit his lip, trying to move under her. “G-Gonna tease me all night?”

“Maybe. It’s fun to watch you writhe under me.”

Her breath tickled his cock, making Minghao wriggle. She chuckled to herself in amusement before giving him tiny kitten licks around the head and shaft. She moaned, tasting him on her tongue–sweet with a slightly salty aftertaste. Nevertheless, it was delicious, and she craved more. With one fell swoop, Irie engulfed him in her mouth, hollowing her cheeks. The lewd sounds that followed were music to Minghao’s ears. His hands scrambled into her hair, pulling it up in a ponytail to assist her. He couldn’t keep his eyes off her.

His sounds of encouragement only pushed her further. She deepthroated him, reaching up to massage his balls between her hands. Eyes watery and mouth stretched, she continued her movements, wanting nothing more to make him feel good. He was in complete bliss. He would have folded already if it weren’t for his god-like abilities. Still, he didn’t want to waste any of it going down her throat. This was something he needed to fill her with. He tugged at her braids gently as she let his cock pop out her mouth, covered in saliva and cum.

“Y-You’re amazing,” he cooed.

Grinning, she wiped her mouth, giving his cock a final kiss before rising to straddle him once again.

Irie gave him a quick peck before leaning close to his ear. “I’m not done with you yet by any means. I want to be bouncing on that cock.”

Minghao reached down, pulling his underwear down, shaft slapping against his abdomen. His fingers wrapped around Irie’s throat, putting slight pressure on it.

“Take a ride, love.”

Haziness filled her eyes as she situated herself hovering over his cock. The head coated with precum, she slid down with ease, stretching her. They both exhaled at him being buried deep within her. His hand never left her throat, giving it another squeeze. She took that as a sign to begin stroking him slowly, her hands anchored on his shoulders as she sped up.

Irie ached for another release. She quivered each time she came down on him, moaning out, frustrated with the need to cum. Minghao used his other free hand to wrap around her waist helping her move, wanting to feel her more. The knot in her abdomen loosened as she trembled above him. Through gritted teeth, Minghao knew he wouldn’t last long.

“F-Fuck. Cum for me, love.”

Releasing her throat, he teased her clit, flicking against it for added sensation until she unraveled above him. The silent cry racked her body as she convulsed on him. Her cunt gripped him like a vice. Minghao held onto her so she wouldn't topple off the couch. The grip on him was just too much as he pulsed inside.

“Need to cum, love.”

“I-Inside,” she rasped.

He stilled his movements as he groaned, painting her insides white—their bodies jolting from the aftermath.

After a few moments, he moved their positions to lying on the couch. He gently brushed the braids off her face. She opened her eyes and cuddled up against him.

“Hey,” he said.

“Hi,” she whispered back, suddenly feeling very shy in front of him.

“Would you like some water?”

“I’d like that.”

He nodded, unraveling himself from her arms, and placed a blanket around her shoulders before walking into the kitchen. She could hear him rummaging around the kitchen and emerging with two glasses of ice water. He handed her one before sitting beside her. Irie sipped her water, letting it coat her vocal cords. It helped make the cloudiness clear from her head. After drinking half the glass, she set it down near the wine glasses.

Minghao set his glass down so she could curl up against him.

“Not getting sleepy on me, are you?”

Irie fought back to hold the yawn, threatening to spill out. “Hardly.”

The following day, Irie woke up to the sound of running water. Her eyes fluttered open, and she saw two women standing in the bedroom, cleaning up the place. With her eyebrow raised, she sat up, covering her body with the sheet. The woman noticed she had woken up and stopped cleaning.

He chuckled mischievously, sliding his hand down to her backside, and gave it a generous squeeze. “Good cause we’ve only just begun.”

---

“Good morning, Irie.”

“You know my name?”

“Minghao told us to ensure you were comfortable while you stayed here.”

Irie blinked a few times, staring at them. “Who are you?”

The woman with waist-length black hair pulled into a braid and smiled. “I’m Eriphia. This is Ambrosia,” she pointed to the other woman with coppery-tinted curls.

“You work for Minghao?”

“Yes. We’ve drawn a hot bath for you to relax in. What would you like for breakfast?”

Ambrosia walked over to hand her a silk robe. Irie stood, a bit self-conscious in her current state. Both women made no remarks nor changed their facial expressions as she stood to put on the robe. Eriphia led her to the luxury bathroom, where the sizeable freestanding tub sat in the middle. Steam rose from the water as lavender sprigs floated on the surface. Irie removed her robe, and Eriphia took it and hung it on a hook.

“If you need anything, just call for Ambrosia. I’ll be getting your breakfast together.”

Irie nodded as she stepped into the water. The heat soothed her muscles as she lay against the neck pillow. She was sore, but in the best way. Thinking about the previous night's activities, she couldn't help but smile. Minghao was an attentive partner…maybe even a lover. Who knew?

She was curious about his whereabouts, though. Leaving her alone with these women seemed strange, but at least they made her feel welcome in his home. She hadn’t realized how long she’d been soaking in the tub until Ambrosia held a large fluffy towel. Irie stepped out, wrapping the towel around her body.

“Your clothes are being laundered, but we have something for you to wear in the bedroom,” Eriphia explained before walking out.

Irie walked into the bedroom, quite surprised at how clean everything was. The bed was made up, the clothing spurned across the floor gone, and the candles were removed. It looked as if the previous night had been erased.

She dressed quickly, styling her braids into an updo, and went to the kitchen. Eriphia was putting down a place setting at the table.

“That outfit looks good on you.”

“Oh, thank you,” she answered, sitting at the table.

Ambrosia and Eriphia bought the plates in trays and placed them in front of Irie. As they lifted the lids, she pointed out the various things on the plates.

“That is eggs rossini–poached eggs on top of a foie gras mousse crostini, accompanied with a beef filet, Madeira hollandaise sauce, smoked salmon with the toppings, pain au chocolat, and fresh fruit coated in honey. We have fresh squeezed orange juice, but I’ve got French-pressed coffee if you prefer that as well, and mimosas or Bloody Marys.”

Irie’s eyes rounded to circles. Decadent wasn’t even close to what was laid out for her. What kind of man was this Minghao?

“The orange juice is perfect, thank you,” she replied as she took her fork from the linen napkin.

Ambrosia bowed. “I’ll leave you to enjoy your breakfast. Bon appétit.”

Irie looked down in wonderment. Where would she start?

“The eggs rossini are the best.”

She jumped with a start and saw Minghao standing in the doorway, eating a few slices of mango. Smiling, he cut another piece off with a paring knife.

How could something so mundane come off as incredibly attractive?

Irie blinked a few moments, trying to fight off that hazy feeling returning. Then he walked over and sat beside her, still working on his mango.

“Did you sleep well? Were they helpful?”

“The ladies?”

“Yes”

Irie nodded, using her fork to cut into the eggs. “They were great. Thank you.”

“I wanted you to be comfortable and feel welcomed.”

Irie shot him a glance, letting out a huff. “Do you treat all your one-night stands like this?”

Minghao raised his brow, returning a huff of his own. “No. Any other inquiries you wanna know?”

Well damn.

Irie concentrated on eating her breakfast as she let his words marinate. He wasn’t like any person she had ever met. Who would go through such an elaborate gesture for someone they had only met a few nights ago? He did nothing but confuse her more and more. There was only one way to find out.

“So how does this end?”

He had finished his mango and poured himself some French press coffee. He’d been stirring sugar into his cup as she spoke her concerns.

Satisfied, he took a sip to check the sweetness level and met her gaze.

“How do you want this to end? Remember. I did say you would decide how this went.”

“I understand, but I shouldn’t be the only one making these decisions. If it was only one night, I can respectfully say it was amazing, and I wouldn’t have any regrets if it ended right now. I don’t like being toyed with, Minghao.”

“Is that how you feel? That I’ve toyed with you?”

She set her fork down, leaning back in her chair, and stared at the ceiling. “No, you’ve been great, respectful, and decent. It’s just that–”

“You don’t want to get your hopes up,” he finished.

She nodded, quite embarrassed to have the mood changed.

He got up, holding out his hand. Irie glanced at it and then up to him before taking it.

He kissed her knuckles, rubbing them gently under his thumbs. “Irie, I like you. I haven’t been with anyone in a long time. I wasn’t open to getting hurt again either.”

He noticed her expression, and his anxiety rose. “That was a lot to unpack. I know we just met, but y-you make me feel…I don’t know…inspired again.”

Irie sighed softly, letting it all sink in. “I-I like you too, Minghao. And it scares me how much I have this pull towards you.”

He cupped her face in his hands, kissing her lips gently. “We can take things slow if you like. I’m in no rush.”

She felt the calm wash over her as his lips pressed to hers again. “Neither am I. But Minghao, I’m not from here–”

“We’ll cross that bridge eventually. I wanna show you something.”

She nodded as he smiled, took her hand, and walked up the stairs. They went past his room and headed towards the end of the hall. He pulled a key from his pocket, unlocking the door and pushing it open.

The natural light filled the room, almost blinding her, but her eyes adjusted as she looked around. Half-finished paintings and sculptures littered the room in an organized chaos. He stood by the door, watching her look around.

“I’ve never let anyone in here before, but I wanted you to see this side of me. I know you saw the art in the gallery, but this is my personal work.”

“It’s beautiful, Minghao,” she murmured.

“Would you ever let me paint you?”

She turned to him in surprise. “You wanna paint me? Like a portrait?”

“Not as formal, but yes, I’d love to.”

“I’d like that,” she answered with a smile.

They spent the rest of the day enjoying themselves, talking, and getting to know each other better. Minghao learned about her childhood and where she was raised. Like him, she came from a large family and wasn’t close with most of her siblings–he could relate. From music to food to pet peeves, they better understood each other.

Was it possible he’d fallen for her?

Was it too soon to tell?

But he was sure there was something deeper there than just the carnal cravings. He wanted nothing more than to protect Irie.

And yet.

Something nagged the back of his mind. How would she react to his otherworldliness? He often watched the other Gods get into tragedy after tragedy when it came to love. He had heartbreaks to heal from in the past.

“Don’t move.”

Irie sighed heavily as she lay on the chaise. One hand propped over her head as her braids cascaded down the cushions, and the other rested on her hip. She was nude from the neck down as a sheet was strategically placed over her lower half.

“My arm is itchy,” she pouted.

He glanced up from his sketch, hand moving with the charcoal. “Give me a second. I’ll come to scratch it for you.”

It felt like an eternity, but he rose and walked over to alleviate the itch. Irie sighed in contentment, closing her eyes. Minghao dragged his hand down, leaving light touches over her stomach. Irie opened her eyes and began to laugh.

“Minghao! I’m ticklish!”

“Good.”

Grinning, he started tickling her sides, making her cackle as she tried to squirm away.

“M-Minghao,” she gasped.

He released his hold, sitting back on the chaise lounge. Irie caught her breath and tackled him playfully. His hands wrapped around her, bringing her down on top of him. She kissed him, nibbling on his lower lip.

“Guess you’re not finishing the sketch.”

He moaned, dragging his nails along her back. “I’ll finish it later. This is better.”

She kissed his neck slowly. “I agree.”

He closed his eyes, feeling the heat rise, but willed himself to pause her movements.

“Irie?”

She looked at him in concern. They had only been seeing each other for a few weeks. She’d even decided to extend her vacation. It wasn’t hard to do. She had enough vacation time to cover a few months if she wanted to. Was he ending things? The thought flashed in her mind, making her worry. Things had been going so well. But there was one thing Irie hated: when people didn’t get to the point.

“Yes, Minghao?”

She waited for the ball to drop.

“I need to show you something.”

What?

She looked at him curiously.

“What is it?”

“It’s a surprise.”

Irie’s lips pulled downward. “I really don’t like surprises.”

He exhaled slowly, trying to find the right words. “It will explain who I am, who I truly am. I care about you, and I don’t want to have any secrets between us.”

“Okay.”

He smiled, running his hands through her hair. “Thank you.”

She leaned into his touch. “When is this happening?”

“Tonight. We’re taking a short trip to a rural part of Louisiana. That’s all I’ll reveal.”

Her head jerked up, giving him a strange stare. “I don’t like the word rural.”

He kissed her forehead. “I promise it’s just the outdoors. Nothing more.”

Little did Irie know what waited for her that night.

---

“What is this place?”

The trip was only an hour outside the city, near the swamps of Baton Rouge. Irie tried not to look concerned as Minghao guided her through the brush. At night, the sounds of the forest came alive. She squeezed his hand as branches snapped around her. He kissed her cheek, and all her worries melted away.

“I own some land here,” he explained. “Before I moved to New Orleans, I preferred the quiet of the forests and the swamps. I’ve always felt calm being in nature. There is so much power that comes from the land.”

As they got closer, Irie could hear drums. The beat matched the sound of her own heart. She could see a large fire situated in the middle of the clearing. People standing around were dancing, drinking, and eating.

“Is this a party?”

“Kind of,” he answered before stepping into the clearing with her. Everyone turned to him and cheered, bowing low.

With closer inspection, everyone was dressed similarly to his art exhibit. Masks adorned the majority of the crowd. She noticed Ambrosia and Eriphia as they approached one another, one of whom Minghao identified as Arsinoe.

“Welcome to the Bacchanalia.”

Irie glanced at Minghao to the women. “The what?”

“It’s a celebration. A time to let loose and lower your inhibitions.”

“So it’s a rave?”

Minghao snorted, shaking his head. “Better than a rave. First impressions?”

Irie looked around the clearing, still taking it all in. “It’s interesting.”

Ambrosia walked over to her, holding out a drink. “This will help, but you don’t have to participate.”

She stared at the liquid in the goblet. “What is it?”

“Black wine made from black cherries, blackberries, and grapes. Minghao’s recipe.”

She took a sip, and the tartness made the inside of her cheeks tingle. An unknown sensation coursed through her body, and she felt like floating. She giggled, handing the goblet to Minghao as he sipped. He passed the goblet back to Arsinoe, pulling Irie flush against him.

“And so it begins.”

It was like that night they met at that club. Time seemed to slow down as everyone gave in to the enchantment. The music grew louder as everyone undressed slowly in the clearing. Not a care was given. Irie and Minghao were in their own world. Nothing mattered to them. At one point, he had her up against a tree trunk, legs wrapped around his waist. They undressed quickly, and grunts filled the air. His hips snapped in rhythm, making her dig her nails into his shoulders. Somehow, he got more of the wine, pouring it down her breasts and licked a trail along the curvature. She was in absolute bliss, not wanting it to end.

She would have noticed everyone’s pupils turn black if her mind had been clear. The animalistic instincts had overcome the people. But she didn’t care. She only was focused on the man whose cock was buried in her pussy. He took her to heights unknown, the overstimulation making her dizzy as he changed their positions, setting them on the ground as she bounced on his cock with fevered movements. Minghao covered every inch of her body with kisses and touches, wanting to be closer to her.

“F-Fuck Irie…L-Like that, you feel so good, baby.”

“M-Minghao, I’m so close.”

He sat up, gripping her hair as she hissed.

“Do it. I’ll fill you up. Do it, please.”

The grip around his shaft nearly made him cry out. He throbbed, stilling his movements as shockwaves passed through their bodies. Irie cried out, holding onto him as their bodies trembled from the impact. Minghao kissed her lips slowly as both collapsed in the grass as exhaustion swept over.

“Rise and shine, sleepyhead.”

Irie’s eyes fluttered open when she saw Minghao lying next to her. The cloud had lifted over the clearing. She tried to sit up as the throbbing in her head returned. She groaned, closing her eyes as she rubbed her temples.

“What the hell happened last night?” she murmured through her hands, trying to hide from the sun.

Minghao cradled her head in his lap, taking over to massage her temples. She sighed deeply as there was instant relief.

“What do you think happened?”

“Most of it seems like a dream or somewhere in between that sleep and awake time. I saw dancing and drinking. And sex. There was a lot of sex. It felt so raw and free,” she rambled on.

Minghao nodded. “You’re not wrong. Everything you witnessed happened. It was what some call ritual madness. It’s a state followers get into when in the presence of a god.”

Irie snorted in disbelief. “A god? They don’t exist. Those are myths told in school.”

He paused his touches, looking down at her. “You really believe that?”

“I believe what I can see and touch,” Irie replied. She laughed, returning his gaze, taken back by his expression. “Don’t tell me you believe in those things.”

“Irie–”

“Minghao,” she sat up, looking at him incredulously. “You can’t be serious. Nothing like that exists.”

Suddenly, his skin glowed a golden bronze as an ivy crown appeared on his head and the staff in his hand.

“Holy shit!”

Irie jumped back, almost tripping over her feet. Minghao sighed as he returned to his original form. “You see now. So you believe?”

“What the fuck are you?!”

“Surely you must know. There’s been subtle hints since I met you, Irie.”

She shook like a leaf. Everything she denied made sense.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

“You’re a Greek God.”

“Yes, I’m Dionysus, and I’ve fallen in love with you, Irie.”

Oh damn.

She felt her body go numb.

“Minghao–”

“I know. I’m shocked to hear me say it, too. But it’s true. I’ve fallen for you. I don’t know what it is, but you have taken my doubts about love and devotion and turned them on my head. The last thing I want to do is scare you away. I don’t want this to seem like I’m love-bombing you. What I feel is real, Irie. I can’t go another day knowing if you’ll leave my life.”

Her lips trembled as she looked down. There was so much to take in, yet she felt the same. Never had she understood what love at first sight meant, but on that fateful night, their lives were intertwined in fate.

He held out his hands for her, and she took them. He noticed the way she shivered.

“I’m terrified of how much I feel for you,” she whispered.

“I am, too.”

He rubbed his thumb against her cheek, pressing his forehead to hers. “Would you be mine and I yours?”

She met his gaze, pressing her lips in a soft kiss. “I do.”

---

A month later, she walked down an aisle toward this ethereal man who had stolen her heart.

It was time to give her an answer.

“Yes, I’m ready.”

This wasn’t a mistake. This was where she belonged. He lifted the veil, chuckling softly.

“You look beautiful, Irie.”

“T-Thank you.”

“I can’t wait to make you my bride. Do you understand what this means? Do you accept it?”

“I-I can’t,” she blurted out.

The crowd paused, staring between her and Minghao. She felt the grip on his hands tightened as she tried to pull away.

“Are you serious?” he asked, finally finding his voice.

Irie bit her lip, looking away from his gaze.

“I can’t do this, Minghao. We can’t do this.”

“Why? We love each other, don’t we?” he questioned.

“Because I’m a horrible person,” her voice quavered as she snatched her hands away from his, turning her back to him.

MInghao felt his throat tighten as he stared at her. Irie balled her fists as she began to walk down the stairs.

Don’t go!

He wanted to shout to the heavens for her. Each time he tried to speak, his throat jerked back, making it hard for him to speak.

As Arinsoe tried to grab her, Minghao held his hand up, stopping her.

Irie ran out of the room, disappearing from view. Bromis rounded on him, sweeping her arms around angrily.

“You’re just going to let her go?!”

Minghao’s lips thinned as he felt the rage flow through him. “Know your place, Bromis.”

She growled, shaking her head. “With all due respect–”

“I don’t care. Leave me.”

Arinsoe tried to reach out to him, only for him to avoid any touch. “Minghao–”

“I said leave me,” he ordered.

She knew that tone. It was final. She nodded curtly, gesturing for everyone to go. “You heard him. Everyone leave, now.”

---

The next few days that passed left Minghao in a deep state of depression. He never left the darkness of his room, denying anyone to see him, even Jeonghan. He refused to eat or drink, locking himself in his studio at all hours of the day.

Arsinoe couldn’t bear to watch him suffer like before. Things had to be set right.

She found Irie walking along the riverwalk, watching the cruise ships enter the port.

“He’s a wreck, you know.”

Irie, startled by her entrance, almost fell from her spot.’

“Why are you here, Arsinoe?”

“You know why.”

“I’m not playing these games with you. I made my decision. I couldn’t do it,” she expressed plainly.

“Bullshit. You love him. You’re just afraid to admit it to yourself,” Arsinoe snapped back.

“I’m not gonna sit here and take any verbal assault from you or anyone associated with him,” she hissed, getting up from her seat.

“You would have left the city if you really felt that way,” Arsinoe called to her back, “But you’re still here. You both deserve second chances at this. I’ve seen him at his lowest of lows. I raised him. Did you know that? Despite all the odds, that man is a fighter, and he fell in love with you, Irie. Why are you so scared to admit it to yourself?”

Irie fought back the tears, biting the inside of her cheek. It was too real. This was too real for her. She stared at the water as waves rippled from the ships.

”I’m used to being on my own. Disappointment was just a part of my life. Things got too real that night, and I panicked. It’s easier to close my heart than to anticipate the pain that comes later.”

Arsinoe listened to her carefully. She gave a small, sad smile, shaking her head.

”You’re a lot more like him than you realize. There’s love there. You both need to be willing to let the other in.”

Irie reached over and squeezed her hand. “Thank you, but I’ve burned that bridge even if I could.”

Shaking her head, she turned and walked away. Arsinoe sighed profoundly, watching as Irie walked away, looking at the river's ebb and flow.

—-

Minghao eventually emerged from his room. It took some coaxing, but he went outside for a walk around the town. It was a small victory for the Maenads, but nonetheless, he was getting outside once more. As he turned the corner at Jackson Square, he nearly ran into Irie. They leaped back in shock, staring at each other.

“What–”

“Ambrosia said you’d be going on a walk today,” she replied.

“Oh.”

She fidgeted in her spot, switching her weight from one leg to the next. “Would you like to talk?”

“I’d like that.”

They found a quiet cafe off the main road, settling on an outdoor table. After ordering their drinks, the silence felt so thick between them. Though his heart ached, he decided to speak.

“I didn’t think you would still be here.”

“Minghao–”

“As much as I hurt, I could never hate you, Irie. I blame myself for falling so hard I couldn’t see anything around me.”

She winced at the words. “We both were fools in love caught up in this whirlwind. I-I realized I cared so much for you that it felt like we didn’t know what we were getting into. I mean, for goodness sake. You’re a god! The pressure of knowing that knowledge was terrifying!”

He frowned slightly. “I know. I’m sorry; I should have eased you into it more, but I can’t help but feel that way. I still want you, Irie.”

“I-I want you too, Minghao. But where do we go from here?”

He exited his seat, kneeling before her, hands covering hers. “Can we start over? I want to do things right. I swear I want to be the best person for you, Irie. You deserve that and so much more.”

She hadn’t realized she’d been crying until Minghao wiped her tears away with his thumbs.

“We really are so messed up.”

He chuckled with a nod. “We are, but look at my life. It’s nothing but messed up. You make it bearable.”

He pulled her into a hug, kissing the top of her head.

“I love you, Irie.”

“I love you too, Minghao.”

She pulled away, tapping her chin thoughtfully. “So because you’re a god, that means by association, I'm like a goddess, right?”

“Let’s not get ahead of ourselves. Remember, we’re taking things slow.”

She scoffed, giving him a poke at his forehead. “Fine, but when the time comes, I get to choose my own thing.”

“Wouldn’t have any other way,” he promised and sealed it with a kiss.

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