Zeus, Hades, Poseidon, and many others—every human has the blood of gods running through their veins, it decides their fate. But Rhys, ever since he was born, showed absolutely no abilities. But at the age of 18, when his world had given up on him, the blood that remained dormant in his veins finally awakened… …The Blood of Eros, the God of Love, Desire…and Coitus.
There was perhaps a certain solace in the warmth of someone's lips. A certain familiarity, even though they were meeting for the first time. Rhys was gentle, perhaps the most gentle he had ever been in his life as he pressed his further onto Katarina's. And it only wasn't because she was bound by sharp threads that would cut her if he even moved the wrong way, he just wanted to treat her as gentle as possible…
…like how she had treated him the entire time.
Gentle, but still very much firm so that he wouldn't become weaker than he already was.
The kiss lasted for only a single moment, but that single moment contained almost a lifetime of memories for Rhys. She was there, she truly was there the entire time to support him — even outside the clinic, Rhys could feel Katarina supporting him from behind.
And perhaps, it was not time to support her.