Third Person's POV.
That evening, the world seemed determined to make up for the chaotic night before. Percy drove the rental car slowly through the quiet, winding streets of Imerovigli, a village famous for its high cliffside position and unobstructed caldera views.
He had chosen a traditional taverna tucked away at the end of a stone path, its terrace looking out over the silent, moonlit Aegean. The taverna was small and intimate, lit by the flickering amber glow of candles. It smelled wonderfully of charred garlic, grilled lemon, and fresh Mediterranean herbs. There were no flashing club lights here, no heart-thumping bass—just the gentle murmur of low voices and the distant, soothing rhythm of the sea hitting the rocks far below.
Gemini looked utterly relaxed. He was wearing a light cream linen shirt that seemed to glow faintly in the candlelight, his messy brown hair still slightly damp from a post-nap shower. As they were seated at a small table right on the edge of the terrace, overlooking the vast, dark sweep of the caldera, a feeling of deep, earned peace settled over them.
"This is infinitely better than Fira," Gemini whispered, his eyes wide as he gazed at the silver crescent moon shimmering on the water.
I could stay here forever, Gemini's thought. Just like this. No cameras, no Moore's family conflicts, no expectations. Just the smell of the sea and the way Percy looks at me like I'm the only person in the world
"I told you," Percy's words brought him out of his thoughts, leaning forward until the candlelight danced in his blue eyes. "I'm excellent at choosing settings for romantic dinners. It's part of the Moore toolkit."
"Oh?" Gemini teased, a playful eyebrow arching. "I thought the Moore toolkit only contained hostile takeover strategies, expensive watches, and bespoke suits."
"The most powerful strategy I know," Percy countered, his voice dropping to a low, velvet hum as he reached across the table to cover Gemini's hand with his own, "is knowing exactly what makes you smile. Everything else is just... noise."
The waiter arrived, and Percy, speaking nearly fluent Greek with a confidence that made Gemini's heart skip, ordered a feast: fresh grilled sea bass, creamy fava dip, and a bottle of local Assyrtiko white wine—crisp, cold, and mineral.
As they ate, the tension from the night before seemed to evaporate, replaced by a light, flirty energy.
"Did you notice how scared that shop owner looked when you asked about the safety of the ATV?" Gemini recounted, laughing as he broke off a piece of warm bread. "You use your 'CEO voice' even when you're just renting a little red scooter."
"I was making sure everything was up to standard," Percy defended, though a soft, genuine smile played on his lips. "I won't have my boyfriend placed on faulty machinery. Despite your continued attempts at being adventurous, I prefer to be the only dangerous thing in your immediate vicinity."
Gemini immediately felt a flush creep up his neck at the intimate implication. "Speaking of... adventures. About last night..."
He's blushing again, Percy thought. Gemini has no idea how much Percy enjoys seeing him like this. He was angry last night, yes, but seeing Gemini respond to his touch afterward? That was worth every bit of the frustration.
"We agreed that chapter is closed," Percy interjected smoothly, his eyes darkening for a split second with the memory of the club. "You wanted to try something new, and it seems like you enjoyed yourself. I'd rather focus on the sea bass now."
"I did enjoy myself... especially because you were there," Gemini confessed quietly, leaning closer over the candles. "But I still don't understand why you got so mad. You trust me, right?"
Percy set down his fork, his gaze turning intense and unyielding. "I trust you implicitly, Bunny. My anger wasn't aimed at you; it was aimed at him. For daring to think he had the right to disrupt our space. It's a primal thing. This belongs to me," he said, reaching out and tapping the spot right over Gemini's heart. "And I don't like when others feel like they can change that."
Percy picked up a small piece of the perfectly grilled fish, dipped it in lemon, and held it out. "Eat. You need to keep your strength up for all the sailing we're doing tomorrow."
Gemini accepted the bite, their fingers brushing in a way that sent a spark of electricity through him. He chewed slowly, processing Percy's words. The man was possessive—fiercely so—but it wasn't in a way that made him feel caged. It made him feel protected.
"Hold on. Sailing?" Gemini asked, his eyes brightening.
"A private catamaran," Percy confirmed with a satisfied nod. "Sunset cruise, the hot springs, and dinner served right on the deck. Just us. All day tomorrow."
Gemini felt his heart swell. It was perfect. It was wholesome, yet underscored by that fierce, unwavering love that Percy only showed him.
"It sounds like a perfect day," Gemini said, lifting his wine glass to catch the moonlight. "Anywhere I am will always be perfect, as long as you're there."
Percy clinked his glass against Gemini's, his smile wide and genuine. "To us."