steph432

        It was a normal spring Sunday afternoon. You had just gotten out of (church/a party of some sort/your house and you just like dressing fancy), and still dressed in your light (f/c) spring dress, you headed to the house of Cronus Ampora. He had invited you over that morning by text, but wouldn't quite explain why. All he said was "Don't vworry, you'll lowve it."        Now typically this would set a little warning off in your head. Cronus was a natural flirt --albeit a bad one-- and he often completely ignored the concept of personal space. But you also knew he was a really good guy under all the douchebaggy-ness, and you'd be comple