"Hera?!" A refreshing and melodious voice greeted Hera from behind as she enjoyed her morning run. When she looked back, there was Luke in his black sweatshirt and pants, appearing a bit exhausted but still smiling, his molten golden eyes gleaming under the morning sun. He had the allure of God Apollo — handsome, approachable, and bright as a sun. Yet, little did anyone suspect that beneath his friendly exterior, this seemingly affable man harbored a profound secret.
"Good morning, Mr. Greyson," Hera beamed, her smile sweet as she greeted him. A trail of sweat trickled down from her forehead to her chin and eventually fell to her slightly visible cleavage, unnoticed in her sweaty state. Luke couldn't help but notice, swallowing hard as he found the sight unexpectedly enticing.