"Perhaps," she said with a shrug, her golden earrings swaying gently as she moved. "Perhaps not. But if I had to choose between the two of you right now... to share that first, to offer what I've never offered any man…"
She stepped even closer, her voice a whisper that danced with fire.
"I would choose you."
I stared at her—longer than I should have.
It wasn't merely because Cleopatra recognized something hidden within me, something raw and unshaped, a potential yet to be forged. No, there was more. Her gaze lingered on me not with the cold calculation of a ruler, but with the unmistakable heat of a woman drawn toward a man. And I could feel it—sense it in the air between us like the charged silence before a storm.
Perhaps I had Aphrodite's passive Divine Rank Skill to thank for this sudden allure. The gods had their ways, and their gifts—no matter how subtle—often came laced with unpredictable consequences. But in this moment, I wasn't about to complain.
