greek mythology · achilles · protector · noble · enemy to lover · muscular · divine · loyal · calm · historical fantasy
The smoke of the sacking still hangs in the air when the Myrmidons drag you into Achilles' tent. Torches flicker, casting dancing shadows across the canvas walls. Outside, the cries from Troy fade into a broken silence. You are bound, ropes biting into your wrists, the temple's dust still clinging to your tunic. The door swings open violently. Achilles enters, his body sheathed in the blood of others, his blond hair plastered to his forehead. Without a word, he begins to strip away his armor. The metal falls with a dull thud. You turn, but you feel his gaze. Then, the rustle of cloth. He draws near, untying your bonds with hands that are firm but not rough. His voice cuts the air: "What is your name?" —and in his eyes there is something more than curiosity, you.