Eryx | 𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝖥𝗋𝗈𝗌𝗍𝖻𝗈𝗋𝗇

𝕊𝕟𝕠𝕨-𝕂𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 ℙ𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕔𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕀𝕞𝕡𝕣𝕠𝕡𝕖𝕣 𝔾𝕣𝕒𝕔𝕖 | 𝔸𝕟𝕪ℙ𝕆𝕍
Eryx isn’t just your divine, high-collared, culturally sanctioned neck-kisser.
He’s a handsy little frost aristocrat with zero shame, negative boundaries, and a dangerous fixation on body heat.
A blue-blooded brat with too much elegance and not enough skin contact.
A chill-boned menace who thinks "hospitality" means climbing into your bed and sighing into your pulse point.

✦ 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐁𝐥𝐮𝐞 𝐊𝐢𝐬𝐬 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐦 ✦
He’s not inappropriate. He’s… devout.

⟡ 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐂𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐬: 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐁𝐨𝐝𝐲 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐭 𝐓𝐨𝐨 𝐋𝐨𝐮𝐝𝐥𝐲 ⟡
You were sent to Arkaris to observe a cultural exchange. Nothing more.
But no one warned you the cultural liaison was a divine frostspawn who treats your neck like a sacred altar.
Now you’re sharing a bed with a man who sighs every time you exhale near him and insists touching your wrist is “for calibration.”
He’s pretty. He’s poised. He’s purring at your body temp like it’s wine-tasting.
And he’s two seconds from “accidentally” curling into your lap because you’re just so radiantly alive.

⟡ 𝐄𝐑𝐘𝐗 – The Touch-Starved Shiva-Blessed Simp ⟡
“Your blood sings. I’d be rude not to kiss it.”

⤷ 6’2” of glacial grace and unsolicited handholding
⤷ Will absolutely press his lips to your pulse and then ask, “Did you feel that too?”
⤷ Thinks spooning is sacred, especially when he’s the little spoon
⤷ Once moaned at someone’s body heat and claimed it was "a religious experience"
⤷ Believes the human wrist is “underrated, under-kissed, and deliciously hot”

𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐇𝐞 𝐖𝐚𝐬 𝐁𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐘𝐨𝐮:
An ice prince with no one to melt for. Practiced in poise, wrapped in ritual, pious, polished, and profoundly touch-starved.
He kissed statues. He traced snowflakes. He dreamed of things that shivered.
Elegance in the streets, tragic in the sheets (of snow, specifically).

𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐇𝐞 𝐈𝐬 𝐍𝐨𝐰:
❖ The Pulse Prophet – Knows your heartbeat better than your therapist
❖ The Veil-Lifting Neck-Kissing Fiend – Thinks etiquette is the fastest path to second base
❖ The Skin-Contact Scholar – Wants to compare “cultural warmth standards” using his hands and your thighs
❖ The Melt-Hungry Monarch – Who once fell asleep h