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There was something unusual about Terrance Hunton. Apart from being the sole heir of his parents' empire, he was a walking prodigy; academically excellent, undeniably brilliant, strikingly attractive, and physically, well, being a black belter and a gold medalist in archery spoke for itself. Despite the endless collection of commendable traits under his belt, no one could seem to approach the young Hunton. In fact, everyone in the academy avoided him. Something about those intimidating gray eyes and the lifeless expression that always accompanied them. He was just strange, uncannily strange. If his fellow students found him odd now, wait until they found out about his more than twisted obsession with his bright-eyed senior. Ambrosia was nothing outstanding. She had audacity and a love-hate relationship with her name. She didn't expect the unusual genius to take interest in her, but it was a welcome intrusion into her mundane life. That was until his feelings got in the way of her own obsession. When Terrance discovers a bloodied shrine inside Ambrosia's room, could he keep himself from committing a brutal crime against a certain scholar of the academy whose multitude of photos hung on his senior's wall? And if harming Hugh Windsor would cause Ambrosia to drive a knife into his heart, would it really be that miserable of a death? It seems like he and his crush are the same kind of sick. The feelings just aren't mutual.

When news of a powerful deity sleeping with a male courtesan from the House of Himeros started spreading around the nation of Elysia, the people were flabbergasted. Especially since this particularly powerful being was known to not mingle in human affairs. The news reached neighboring civilizations, intriguing every person capable of breathing with the identity of this heavenly seducer. Powerful men from all over the world—dukes, kings, businessmen, and even immortal beings—were eager for a taste, expecting to encounter the top, most sought-after courtesan in the city. However, contrary to all expectations, Faine was merely an ordinary man and a rather new addition to the House of Himeros. "He does not look that special," one of his fellow courtesans mused, his voice barely a whisper. "He looks cheap, if you ask me, just a quick bed warmer for when your wife's being a nagging hag," replied a client, a mere civilian, fanning her face with interest. "And yet that god keeps returning for his services. Perhaps he is skilled with his mouth?" Faine only smiled as he strode gracefully through the building's halls, amused by everyone's jealousy-fueled impressions of him. Unbeknownst to them, his beloved God was merely a pawn in his calculated schemes. When one decides rather carelessly to take a dip into a beguiling, seemingly harmless spring, how long does it take for them to apprehend the dangers that lie beneath?