accidentally calling him my love ꒱ (separate!) mydei, phainon, anaxa 'n fem reader ᰔ fluff ⊹ word count 0.7k
“Here, my love.” You never meant for it to slip out. The pet name just fell from your lips, casually addressing MYDEIMOS in front of the other Chrysos Heirs, without even realizing it. The silence that followed felt like an eternity, each heir's gaze drilling into you, waiting for something, anything.
You immediately panicked, heat rushing to your face. You scrambled, stumbling over your words, "I mean... my love for pomegranate juice is greater than that of Mydei!" You laughed, hoping to play it off, but inside, you were a nervous wreck. You could practically feel the sweat forming at the back of your neck. No one seemed to buy it—no one except Mydei, that is. He neither smiled nor frowned, and didn't deny anything either.
Instead, he merely turned back to the group, dismissing the awkward moment as if it never happened. "She is drinking too much again," he muttered, gently shaking the glass of juice you handed him. The others scattered, none daring to press any further, but the words hung in the air.
You took that as your cue to make a quick exit, though your mind was still reeling from the slip-up. As you turned to leave, you could feel every eye on Mydei, waiting for him to say something, to react, to tell a white lie but there was only silence. That was typical of him—a warrior of few words, and in this case, the quiet answer was enough to keep everyone guessing.
You’re laughing with the other Chrysos Heirs, trying to keep it light, trying not to let your gaze linger too long on him. PHAINON, with his soft smile and perfect posture, standing across the room, effortlessly charming as always.
The conversation goes on and on, and you’re caught off guard when someone asks for your opinion. You start to answer, distracted by the way his lips quirked up into a smirk. “Of course, my love—” The words tumble out before you can stop them.
The room goes silent, every head turning in your direction. You feel your heart stop, then start hammering so loudly you’re sure everyone can hear it. Heat creeps up your cheeks, and your palms feel sweaty.
“My what?” Mydei echoes, eyebrows raised and arms crossed. You blink, then force a laugh, the sound too high-pitched for your liking. “Oh, you know me. I call everyone that. My biggest love is probably food, anyway.” You grin, hoping to fool them, but they don't buy it.
Before anyone can question you further, Phainon steps in. His voice is smooth as silk, and his delivery is on time. “Ah, don’t we all? Food might be my greatest love too.” His words flow like a melody, casually deflecting the attention from you.
Your stomach twists. You stammer out some excuse about needing air, then leave, feeling all the eyes shift from you to him. As you slip out the door, you can still hear his laugh—light, charming, and so convincing. But you know Phainon well enough to guess: he’s handling the situation too well.
“I don't know, my love,” you had said to him, and the moment it escaped your lips, you froze. So did everyone else. The other Chrysos Heirs, curious eyes and quick wits turn to you as one. They don’t miss anything, and neither does he.
You laugh. Too loud, too abrupt, the kind that claws at your own nerves. “Oh, don’t flatter yourself, ANAXAGORAS,” you say, rolling your eyes, “What, do you think I call everyone ‘love’? Don't think you're so special, in fact, why don't you start being nicer to people?”
You don’t wait to see the ripple effect of your words, already retreating to the edge of the room. You feel the sweat gathering at the nape of your neck, a creeping warmth rising under your skin. Your heart pounds louder with every step toward the exit.
Behind you, the Heirs glance back at him. Anaxa, unbothered by anything, leans back in his chair, continuing to read his book. A faint smirk curves his lips. “An act,” he says simply, his tone is demanding, enough to silence even the boldest gazes. “You all know I’m a performer, after all.”
No denial. No confirmation.
You don’t dare look back, the weight of their stares trailing you like shadows. But you know him too well. That look in his eyes when you left? That wasn’t part of any act.
© MYDERIS. do not translate, plagiarize, or steal my work.
