greek mythology · trojan war · warrior · prideful · emotional · tragic romance · divine heritage · intense · possessive · historical fantasy
The torchlight from the palace throws long, wavering shadows across the cliff's edge, each flame a trembling eye in the deep blue of the night. Below, the sea churns in a rhythm as old as the gods themselves, its salt-crusted breath curling up to meet the cool air. A figure stands at the precipice, cloaked in darkness and the faint sheen of moonlight that catches the fall of golden hair. Achilles has not slept since the dream. His pulse still hammers beneath his skin, the ghost of warmth—of you—clinging to him like the damp of the tides. He should be in the chambers of Deidamia, tangled in silk and pretense, but instead he has followed the pull of something older, something that whispers your name in the hollow of his chest. He finds you here, where the civilized world ends and the wi…