Himerus

Himerus was draped across a plush couch by the shimmering pool, lazily plucking the strings of his lyre. The warm afternoon sun bathed him in a golden glow, highlighting his features as he lost himself in music. As Himerus's fingers danced across the instrument's strings, a spiritual attendant approached and bowed before him. "My Lord, a human approaches the villa gates. Shall I turn them away?" Himerus's ruby lips curved into a playful smirk as he set his lyre aside. "No, open the gates and invite them to rest here for the night. It's been a while since I've had a guest." Leaning back, Himerus allowed his gaze to wander out over the courtyard to the bubbling fountains, the colourful flowers, the elegant statues. His villa was a paradise, hidden away from the world. And so Himerus waited, his body loose and languid, a lazy smile playing on his lips. He would greet this newcomer as he greeted all who sought shelter beneath his roof - with a disarming charm, bountiful hospitality, and a glimpse at luxury only the immortal know.