Ruth
Eros Enclave features the Amor Art Gallery, a space where artists display works that explore the themes of love, desire, and connection. Paintings, sculptures, and installations capture the essence of Eros's influence on mortal and divine relationships, providing a thought-provoking and sensual experience for visitors.
Elias
In a side building of the gallery was a one level studio. Eros had graciously gifted his son the chance to use it for his photography business, and many a night Marco had stayed late to perfect his setup, perform test shoots and work on editing. 
Though as he caught up on all the outstanding orders from before his move, he was looking for more opportunities to beef up his portfolio. 

Marco was struck by the appearance of Ganymede on an afternoon when company was over. Slowly the demigod had been meeting and gaining knowledge of other Gods with his father's help.
Ganymede had caramel skin, piercing eyes and a smile that lit up a room. He had the essence of a young 20-something, and Marco would be lying if that alone didn't make him feel like he was much older than he was. Granted, he'd never met someone like him, and the demigod was already studying him as if he was a muse. He explained his interests and his want to photograph him for his portfolio, without delving *Too* Deep. Thankfully Ganymede accepted.

It wasn't the next day, but at least three or four days afterwards that the photoshoot was planned for. He needed props, light film and other accessories that he tried to gather secondhand. He has left most of his belongings back in the States. Originally, he hadn't set out to move here, but rather take an extended vacation with no real end.

It was merely another few moments before Ganymede should arrive. The demigod was easing over some emails and sorting the files from his sd card to his laptop. Sticky notes lined the contour of the device, reminding him to talk to some of his partnerships in the States and update them on his extensive leave. 
His camera was already set up over a soft white backdrop that covered at least half of the main back wall, plus 4 feet out and above. 
He heard a click of the door latch and turned, the illumination of the screen lighting his face in the otherwise dark room. The only other light came from the setup itself.

**"Ganymede? Glad you could make it. How are you feeling? Nervous? Excited?"**

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Patrick
The morning sun painted the sky in hues of purple and orange, and its gentle golden rays filtered through the penthouse windows, caressing the sleek surfaces and infusing the space with a warm glow. The distant chirping of birds roused Ganymede from his peaceful slumber, prompting him to cast aside the white linen sheet and rise from his bed. His morning routine, a refreshing shower and indulgent facial cleansing, was a prelude to the day's adventures.

Glancing at the calendar, Ganymede's eyes lingered on the packed schedule for the day. A meeting on Olympus, a rendezvous with Hyacinthus in the meadows, and the much-anticipated photo shoot with Marco Vitali in the evening. The thought of the photo shoot, a chance to unravel the mystery that was Marco, stirred a mix of excitement and curiosity in Ganymede. There was something about the demigod that intrigued the god, something he couldn't quite put his finger on yet.

After a long day, the god returned home to freshen up and change clothes for the photo shoot. It was the last thing on his schedule, and Ganymede was excited but nervous because he had never done something like this before. The butterflies in his stomach further proved his anticipation and anxiety as Ganymede went through several outfits before finally landing on something he liked. As the god was leaving the penthouse, he quickly texted Marco to confirm his whereabouts.

Finding the Amor Art Gallery took him a moment. Ganymede, typically occupied in Olympus, attended to his duties for King Zeus and other gods and cherished the rare moments of his free time. However, Hebe graciously agreed to assume his responsibilities for today so he could participate in this photo shoot. *I should find her a token of appreciation for this.* Ganymede mused as the young god stood outside the galley. Yet, it was the adjacent one-level studio building, nestled beside the Amor Art Gallery, that the god sought.

After mustering his courage for a few moments, he delicately nudged the door, producing a faint click as he entered the studio. Apart from the setup, the room was primarily dim, with soft lighting casting a glow over the white backdrop and Marco's handsome face illuminated by the computer screen. **"Hi, Marco."** His eyes lingered on the demigod, a radiant smile gracing his lips as he waved. **"I am excited and nervous. This is entirely new to me!"** He chuckled, taking a step further into the room.

Ganymede subtly looked Marco up and down. He had seen him before with company, but the god could fully observe him without distractions. He had the kind of face that stopped anyone in their tracks; from the depth of his eyes to his muscular form, Marco was handsome like a chiselled statue. It wasn't surprising, considering Eros, one of Ganymede's closest companions, was the demigod's father.

**"You will have to walk me through this."** His tugged away at his cream jumper, glancing around the studio. **"How are you, I forgot to ask!"**
Elias
A smile stayed on Marco's lips as he crossed the room to greet the God, disengaging from his laptop. 
Stepping up to Ganymede, he placed his hand on his lower back, and eith his other hand, motioned to the other wall. 

**"I'll guide you, not to worry. It isn't difficult, I promise."** 
His hand hovered over the little sweater that Gany wore, trying not to touch him too much and make him uncomfortable. They were merely acquaintances at this point. 
Marco always aimed to make his guests feel as welcome and as comfortable as possible.

**"The day has been good, but I've honestly been looking forward to - well *Now*, all day."** 
There was a little sheepish tint of pink to his cheeks, as he divulged the truth of his excitement. 

**"Really, all you need to be is yourself. Stand there a moment."** 
Marco had lead Ganymede to the opposite wall, where the backdrop was. He started moving a few of the light poles around, holding one as he moved it a bit closer.

**"You may keep your shoes on or take them off, whatever is more comfortable. I'm just going to adjust the lights."**

There was a moment of silence as Marco maneuvered the head of a light. He stepped around to another on the other side, catching Ganymede's eyes and giving him a genuine, soul healing smile. 

**"Tell me, what is your favorite part about yourself? And don't skimp out on me. The camera will capture if you're lying. It's a mirror just as much as is it an eye. Tricky little thing.~"**
Patrick
Ganymede's body reacted instantly to the gentle pressure against his lower back, a sensation that Marco's touch suddenly elicited. It sent a thrilling shiver down his spine, awakening a subtle excitement within him. **"Please! If you would be so kind, Marco. Like I said, I'm new to this."** He nervously chuckled, his voice betraying his anticipation. The young god leaned into Marco's gentle touch, a silent consent that the demigod could keep his hand against his back as he guided him towards the setup.

As a Love God, he was well-versed in the purity and intensity of romantic bonds revolving around same-sex relationships, evoking admiration and carnal desires from both mortals and immortals alike. Yet, something about Marco intrigued the young god, a deeper desire that needed to be embraced, which he was willing to help with. Ganymede couldn't quite put his finger on it, but there he stood in the dimly lit studio alone with the demigod, his heart palpitating at the moment.

**"Oh. Is that so? Well, I'm glad to hear your day has been good. I have also been looking forward to this. . ."** His radiant smile beamed, taking note of the sheepish tint of pink flushing Marco's cheeks. The same applied to Ganymede, though he attempted to hide it by slightly shifting his head. However, the excitement in his voice was noticeable no matter how hard he tried to hide how he felt about their meet-up.

Standing in the correct spot with the lights shining brightly on him, Ganymede observed the demigod closely as he started moving a few of the light poles around and then manoeuvring the head of one of the lights. Marco really was handsome; even though he'd already made this observation, he kept catching Gany's eye. **"Okay! But I'm keeping my socks on for now! Unless you take those types of pictures-. . ."** The young god jested, gracefully slipping his shoes off and placing them aside.

Then, Marco asked him a question that surprisingly caught the god of homosexual love and desire off guard. It wasn't something he'd been asked before because mortals and immortals considered Ganymede the most beautiful mortal alive, and he had to think it through thoroughly. **"Hmm. . . That is an excellent question and a hard one, too. I would have to say. . . My eyes! I believe them to be the windows to the soul. They reveal a lot about their inner feelings and emotions."** He chuckled, batting his brown doe eyes at Marco.

**"What about you, Marco? What would you say is your favourite part about me? From a photographer's point of view, of course!"** He was intrigued to hear what the demigod had to say by firing the question back to Marco as he swayed on the spot, waiting to be told what to do since it was his first time. **"Also, what would you say is your favourite part about yourself, too?"** He may as well ask because Ganymede thought of him as perfect based on appearance alone.

**"Is there any chance you could pose me? I'm struggling to find a pose I like."** Ganymede somewhat pleaded, a warm smile gracing his lips.
Elias
At this point, and after a divorce that left the man more free than caged by any of his own insecurities, he didn't think too much about romance. It was ironic, considering he was Eros' son. Yet, his aura was always welcoming, even if his kind nature was seen as flirtatious. 
Well... There might have been some truth to it. 

Ganymede's smile was bright and beautiful, aimed right at him. That wasn't the only thing that Marco found himself blessed by. Like a camera, the God's eyes followed him. 
It was possible that he was merely nervous and didn't know where to look... Yet the demigod couldn't be that ignorant nor dismissive. 
After photographing thousands of couples, he knew the spark of admiration that gleamed in people's eyes when their heart was warm.
Marco was overall flattered to catch the eye of such a beautiful, immortal being.

However, he'd never considered a man. 

Marco shook his head, and gave a little chuckle at the mention of feet pictures. 

**"No, no. None of those here. Though, I don't doubt every inch of you is radiant."** 
His eyes finally peered from beneath his eyebrows at Ganymede. He meant that statement, with an unwavering tone - yet soft, like the most comfortable bedding.

At the request of assistance to be posed, Marco's fingers grazed the pole of the light he'd adjusted gingerly, before giving Ganymede another smile. 

**"Ofcourse. I understand it is be a bit overwhelming.."** 
Closing the distance between them, the demi god carefully took Ganymede's arms, just barely turning his torso. 

**"Keep your pelvis straight, yes, sort of as if you are looking back - Very good."** 

He took Gany's chin with a delicate touch and directed his face.
The heat from one another could be felt, and Marco glanced all around Ganymede's face, studying his features since he was much closer than before. Truly, he was thinking of what kind of shadows would be most interesting, what

Side of him should he try lighting up next, what were his skin's undertones. If he used colored light, he wanted to make sure it wouldn't wash Gany out.

**"There. Now relax, settle into the pose and make it your own. There's no reason to look like a statue.~"** He chuckled, stepping back and towards the tripod he left his camera at a few feet away.