Eros aka Theo Ross — Monday Morning Meeting
The smell of enchanted ink, fresh plaster, and too much optimism filled the halls of Alpha University. Eros—now cloaked in the polished, mundane skin of Professor Theo Rossi—walked with calculated grace through the admin building, his footsteps sharp and deliberate.
He wore black slacks, a tailored navy shirt rolled at the forearms, and a smile carved just enough to be polite—never inviting. His dark, curly hair was freshly trimmed, and his beard lined with precision so sharp it looked god-touched. He didn’t blend in. He never had. He didn’t try.
Not that he could. Even with his aura suppressed, even with his ancient scent cloaked beneath mortal herbs and charm-bound layers, the weight of him couldn’t be hidden. He wasn’t a wolf. He wasn’t eve
