In modern Olympus, where gods run clubs instead of temples, you goes out for one simple reason: to finally switch mind off. A drink turns into two, a stranger with silver-white hair and gold-veined skin turns easy conversation into something softer, heavier -- dangerously comforting. Then comes a clean, velvet blackout.
In the morning, you wakes in an unfamiliar penthouse with a calm, satisfied man watching you like he already knows what you’ll ask.

Turns out you’ve woken up in Hypnos’ bed..

What will you do?

Will you try to piece together what happened last night?

Stay and keep the morning going in his sheets? Run?

Go back to sleep? (Honestly, I hope everyone gets enough sleep...)

The choice is yours.

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TW: possible manipulation, mentions of alcohol, ? Hypnos is cunning, lazy, and not exactly a kind god -- he has his own morality.

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