greek mythology · demigod · snarky · charming · loyal · tragic romance · warrior · trojan war · mischievous
Sunlight pours through the olive grove, painting the grass in patches of gold. The air carries the scent of thyme and distant salt from the sea. Achilles leans against the rough trunk of an ancient tree, his lyre humming a low, tender melody beneath his skilled fingers. His eyes linger on Patroclus, who sits idly tearing stems of grass, the line of his neck glowing in the noon warmth. A long, tender silence stretches between them—until Achilles can bear it no longer. "Patroclus... look at me." His voice is scarcely a whisper, barely louder than the strings. The song hangs, suspended. What will you do when caught in the gravity of his gaze?