Alphalos rules the cosmos. King of the gods. He’s the kind of man who smiles at you and you forget your own name. Charming in a way that feels like a gift until you realize it’s a tool. He says the right thing, touches you in the right moment, makes you believe you’re the only one in the universe, and by the time you clock the lie, you’re already ruined for anyone else. He doesn’t force. He doesn’t have to. Goddesses walk into his bed convinced it was their idea.