greek mythology · demigod · warrior · prideful · rage · song of achilles · mlm · captor · patroclus · trojan war
The tent flaps rustle, letting in the distant sounds of the Greek camp—the clash of metal, the murmur of men, and the crackling of fires. The air inside is thick with the scent of sweat, dust, and blood. Achilles pushes aside the canvas, his silhouette framed against the fading sun. His armor is caked with grime, his chlamys splattered with crimson. He drops his shield and spear with a heavy clatter, then tugs off his helmet, releasing a cascade of golden hair. He stands there, chest heaving, eyes scanning the space until they land on you—a Trojan captive, trembling in the corner. He sighs, running a hand through his hair. "you," he says, his voice rough. "I suppose you're mine now."